Being depressed doesn’t mean you’re never happy. 

There are walls that keep it from you, but sometimes you find a crack and you’re able to slip past and stay there for a little while, before it’s patched up again by lonely thoughts.




Instead of acknowledging applause, I stand there unmoving while they take part in the boldest form of dissent they can manage. Silence. Which says we do not agree. We do not condone. All of this is wrong.


believe in sherlock.
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