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[jealousjealousgurlll]

Every time I play this song all I can think about is Luigi❤️

him and his Phd 🤫

[gravedangerahead]

@belikov-barnes

[kneehoming-knee]

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[lucidcomic]

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[mickelfish]

BLACKBERIE SERIES

Acrylic | Newspaper on Card

#blackberie #womenempowerment #fiscianmickel #painting #myhelponlycomesfromabove #lucodizing.... #GoHigher

[verpasstehauptwerke]

Unlängst ist im Grunde alles Utopie! Natürlich hätte die Frage nach Wahrheit am Anfang des 21. Jahrhunderts völlig neu gestellt werden müssen – nun sind die Phänomene vorüber. Die Geschichte hat uns überholt; vieles nimmt derweil weiterhin den geregelten Gang. Als sei nichts gewesen! Auf Hoffnung brauchen wir nicht zu setzen. Angesichts der Tatsache aber, dass wir in sechzehn Jahren bereits über die 2020er Jahre sprechen könnten, in der selben Art und Weise wie wir heute gemeinhin über die 30er Jahre fachsimpeln, gibt zu denken. Was wird aus Zukunft? Wie schnell verläuft die Geschwindigkeit, nimmt das Tempo zu? Die Schwachsinnigkeit der Fragen, die sich aus menschlichen Ängsten gebiert, ist kaum auszuhalten! Vielleicht wird unser Mitgefühl gefragt sein. Es geht hier nicht mehr um Werte. Der letzte gewinnt.

Maria F. Lucode, Psychoanalytikerin und Philosophin, in: “Tradition und Dschungel. Forschungsgebiete am Rande der Vorstellungskraft”, Paris, 2014

[simplyshelbs16xoxo]

Are You Happy?

a oneshot written for the lovely @elennemigo! Sorry it took so long to post! I had hit my post limit earlier. I hope you enjoy!

“I hope you’ll be very happy, Molly Hooper. You deserve it.”

               Molly couldn’t get Sherlock’s words out of her head. She could deny it in front of everyone else, but she couldn’t lie to herself any longer…she was still in love with Sherlock Holmes. Molly scrubbed her counters even harder out of frustration.

               “Stress cleaning again?” a rich baritone voice asked from behind. His voice.

               “Damn it,” she groaned, burying her face into her arms. Sherlock was at a loss on what to do for the woman crying over her kitchen counter.

               “Molly, what’s—“

               “Don’t,” Molly spoke firmly. “Why are you even here? Do you get some sort of sick satisfaction from butting into my life?”

               “I—Molly—“

               “I was getting over you, why did you have to come back!?” she sobbed. Sherlock’s face fell and Molly knew too late what she had said.

               “Do you wish I hadn’t?” he asked. “If you wanted to be rid of me, you shouldn’t have helped me.” He slumped down on the sofa, his head dropping into his hands.

               “God, Sherlock, I didn’t mean it,” Molly said softly, approaching him. She seated herself beside him, hesitantly prying his hands away from his face. “I’m so sorry. Of course I wanted you to come back; I missed you.”

               “Are you happy?” he inquired.

               “I—what?” she paused. “Yes, I’m happy that you’re here and alive.”

               “I meant with—Tom?—yes, Tom,” Sherlock confirmed. Before she could answer, he spoke again. “Of course you are. You must be.” She could never be happy with me, he thought as he stood up.

               “Sherlock, where are you going?” Molly asked.

               “I need to think,” was all he replied with. That was the last time Molly saw him before he went to seek her help for John’s bachelor party. And it was that same night she received a stream of drunk texts from him. John must’ve sabotaged Sherlock’s efforts.

               Pbe happy, wmolly. –SH

               I’m sorwry im’ such a git. –SH

               You desreve better. –SH

               I lucod nkever make you happuy. -SH  

               Sherlock looked on as Molly danced with Tom. He knew he had thrown it all away; his chances had run out. Even if he still had one chance left, there was no doubt in his mind that he would cock it up. So he left, unaware of a sad pair of brown eyes following his every step.

               “You’re wrong you know,” a strong, sweet voice rang in his ears. Her voice. He turned around to face her. She had run out after him for some unknown reason.

               “Oh?” Sherlock questioned, attempting to keep his composure at hearing his own words relayed back to him.

               “You could make me happy, truly,” Molly told him. “I mean, if that’s still what you want. I think I could make you happy too. You deserve it. We both do.”

               “What about Tom?” he asked. Molly held up her left hand, her ring finger bare.

               “It wasn’t working out; there was something wrong,” she said.

               “And what was wrong?” he pried further. Molly stepped closer to him, taking his hands in hers.

               “He wasn’t you,” she admitted. “Come back inside, dance with me.” Wordlessly, he allowed her to lead him back inside. They danced together more than their friends who were now married. Sherlock loved having her in his arms, twirling her around and seeing her smile just for him.

               “Are you happy?” Sherlock asked her.

               “You tell me,” Molly smirked, tugging on the lapels of his jacket to press her lips against his tenderly. He melted into her, never wanting the moment to end. Oh, what a night, indeed, he smiled against her mouth.

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[findngjmo]

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[findngjmo]

Good morning from Baganga! #baganga #davaooriental #davao #travel #philippines #thisispinas (at Lucod, Baganga, Davao Oriental)