Mummy Holmes visits Baker Street and without saying a word she goes around the apartment checking every room, then she comes back to the living room, sits on the couch an asks “so where is this boyfriend of yours? I want to meet him” and Sherlock just startes at her blankly and after few long minutes just goes “muuuuum” like a 5 year old.
Sherlock leaving Johns wedding thinking to himself “John was wrong, alone is what I have, being alone protects me, I never should have gotten involved.”
Telling the substitute teacher the wrong names: a classic. Telling the substitute teacher you are so old and born again every day, that ten thousand names could never define you, that you’re a shadowed mass swirling forth from jupiter, that your father is time and your mother is death, that you’ll swallow any scream of hers as you grow larger and ever larger: a super classic, king of the school, no homework ever.
maybe the grass is always greener on the other side because it’s fertilized with bullshit