When the mob and the press and the whole world tell you to move, your job is to plant yourself like a tree beside the river of truth, and tell the whole world — "No, you move."
Abby, 19, Canadian; fiction enthusiast. Tired all the time.
roses-in-december wondered: Well, we Were just talking about my Watsonesque qualities, and the target symbol (is that even what that is? shrugs and throws up hands) is rather fitting for the Moriarty-Watson interactions...
indeeeeeeed
a deep, visceral hatred brought by the sight of a person who can hold a functional relationship with the object of your affections, the sort that makes you consider where best to leave the corpse, or maybe the corpses.
a does not compute, a literal whole-system-reboot, blue screen, blue screen, disc corrupt, please try again later, don’t be surprised if your laptop bursts into flames if you don’t let it cool down
a mild and cool disinterest in any of the actual particulars, a forced lack of care about any parameters saving the ones necessary to create a terminal session, a manufactured glossing-over of facts and facets