if you ever come back
GOD DAMMIT, FANDOM.
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This phone call… it’s my note.
My digital paintings of Sherlock and John, from Reichenbach :’( (about 10 hours each, progress gifs here!)
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I believe in Sherlock Holmes
Us too. Please follow existing laws regarding property and permanent ink, then carry on, Watson’s Warriors!
An Absent Soul
Federico Garcia Lorca
Neither the bull nor the fig tree know you,
nor your horses, nor the ants under your floor.
Neither the child nor the evening know you,
because you have died for all time.
The spine of rock does not know you,
nor the black satin where you are ruined,
Your mute remembrance does not know you,
because you have died for all time.
Autumn will come with its snails,
grapes in mist, and clustered mountains,
but no one will want to gaze in your eyes,
because you have died for all time.
Because you have died for all time,
the same as all the dead of the Earth,
the same as all the dead forgotten
in a pile of lifeless curs.
No one knows you. No. But I sing of you.
I sing for others your profile and grace.
The famed ripeness of your understanding.
Your appetite for death, pleasure in its savour.
The sadness your valiant gaiety contained.
Not for a long time, if ever, will there be born,
an Andalusian so brilliant, so rich in adventure.
I sing his elegance in words that moan,
and remember a sad breeze through the olive-trees.
What…what…WHY would you… #uglysobs