it's-love

When you can’t stop thinking about her, and you imagine her hands, her lips, her skin on yours. When you can imagine the taste of her flesh and the smell of her perfume, and that crooked smile is more wonderful than the midnight sky… That, my darling, is love.
—  Ask the right question, maybe you’ll get the right answer
Love… is nothing like the fairy-tales you grow up dreaming of. Love is weird; love is dumb; love is strange, and that’s what makes it love.
— 

Galavant; lyrics from “It’s love”.

Never a truer word spoken. 

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The best Johnlock video I’ve seen. May or may not’ve cried ok, yeah I did.

Originally posted by sherlockspeare

Restless

Why must I feel this way
When I’m entranced by her sway
Her eyes send poisoned daggers
Her smile send lingering shivers

I thought I could handle it
Yet I crumble every time I’m hit
By the simple gestures she shows
My soul loudly crows

Every moment that passes
Among the crowded masses
I reckon I wouldn’t survive
If, by chance, she passes by

I know she’s too good for me
But she’s the one I want to see
I always see her be so free
I’d wonder if she sees me

We’ve never even met each other
But I really want to talk to her
Argh, I’m such a mess
Why does she make me feel so restless?