What she means:
I was the one who had it all. I was the master of my fate. I never needed anybody in my life. I learned the truth too late. I'll never shake away the pain.
I close my eyes but she's still there. I let her steal into my melancholy heart. It's more than I can bear. Now I know she'll never leave me. Even as she runs away. She will still torment me, calm me, hurt me. Move me, come what may.
Wasting in my lonely tower. Waiting by an open door. I'll fool myself she'll walk right in. And be with me for evermore.
sometimes when sherlock starts to get irritated about something or just slightly annoyed John will lean over on the sofa or cup Sherlock’s face in his hands and pull him down gently, whatever it takes so that he can press a gentle kiss to the small wrinkles that form between his brows or on his nose when he frowns
this of course makes the frown go away, so it’s basically magic (or has something to do with the fact that it always makes Sherlock smile)
This dress is by Maria Grazia Chiuri for Dior. She’s a fabulous woman… and it’s the dream party dress. I wore another one of her dresses to a party, and at the end of the night, after lots of dancing, I just sat on the floor, a bit tipsy, looking at all the incredible drawings.