Oh, I love it when Moffat and Gatiss fuck with my head through their writings. I was very near to sobbing with intellectual anguish just minutes ago, after finishing the Sherlock series finale.
It was truly delicious.
Oh, I love it when Moffat and Gatiss fuck with my head through their writings. I was very near to sobbing with intellectual anguish just minutes ago, after finishing the Sherlock series finale.
It was truly delicious.
Eugene Ionesco, Fragments of a Journal (via sixstepsback)
So Moffat’s been reading some Ionesco lately? Confronting the silence, question to which there is no answer, blots out everything… come on.

(Source: onthepermafrost)