When Sherlock says in a low voice- “I forgot.” This was far more genuine than his “I’m sorry to hear that.”

But no photo and no gifset could capture the moment Joan’s voice breaks.

“You can remember what you had for lunch on your fifth birthday.”

“You can remember how many stars there were in the sky that night.”

At stars: That’s when she breaks. She starts to cry. Not like I would cry, no. She is still holding it back, but barely. And then, this:

JLM is brilliant as he shows Sherlock’s utter confusion and helplessness. He doesn’t know what the hell is happening to him, to his mind, his most reliable source. The thing he banks on the most.

Later Sherlock makes the devastating mistake of putting Shinwell down, and the hurt on her face is so heartbreaking. Lucy Liu, you are a goddamn STAR. BRILLIANT. FUCKING. ACTING. 

“And if you can’t see the difference between him and Tius Wilcox…” 

And she leaves that sentence unfinished. A chilling end to a scene. 


― Trainspotting (1996)

“Choose Life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. Choose fixed interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose a three-piece suit on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pissing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourselves. Choose your future. Choose life… But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose life. I chose somethin’ else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who needs reasons when you’ve got heroin?”