Okay, so here’s my feelings about Mary. Which I shouldn’t probably be writing right now because it’s way too late and I have a cat on my arm and am having trouble typing. But I had a lot of Mary feelings tonight and I just wanted to expel them all in this long post that might not make sense but yeah.
what do men want? it’s sausage. so much sausage. tons of sausage. They want their chapped. Burly lips wrapped around a length of greasy sausage as it runs over their tongues, probes, and then gently slides down the back of their throats
imagine the florence/sherlock month that features the song “falling”