Do you see the parallels between the scene in Chocolat (when the Comte tries chocolate for the first time) and SpongeBob (when the Squidward tries the the krabby patty for the first time)? Just saying.
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So this is what I think Sherlocks and Johns first kiss would be like:
'They just got home from a case were John almost died and Sherlock is mad'
Sherlock: why are you always by my side John, you really shouln't be.
John: Why Sherlock, why?
Sherlock: Its not safe, It could be too dangerous.
John: And here I am.
Sherlock: 'freezes'
John: 'kisses sherlock'
Sherlock: kisses back (obviously)
Y'know I love a good paralell :)
Elisa
Now I should write about you.
Since my father got ill and our home turned upside down and I barely use makeup and do housework around him in my constant xxl black hoodie and my worn out skinny jean which is 2 size bigger than my actual size whilst my oily natural extra long bob is hangin down out of it cause if you think I can do my nails or hair or my proper make up... well nah.
So...Elisa. I'm writing about a dissapeared child in my country so I as a very aka appreciated but ridicolously underpaid like each of us in this country in Central Europe - journalist now I legit had a dream about you.
I have this weird effing doomervibed -doomers are the closest to my depressed gen- the oldiemillenials- theories in my head about a paralel universe where you still exist. So you basically came to my dream from that Universe of Forgotten Souls.
I mean it's like a mirror world in my mind.
I legit want to write a Netflix script next year or even now- why wait guys?-right? and what for-instead of having a baby in this scary world. The man who is finslly interested in me us condtantly heditating sround me. Love or even the idea of a functioning rship can be scary for some men. My Aquarius plsnets kick in and I just let him be.
Never shared this Netflix script idea with anyone tho. And the script will be about a paralel universe. Imagine be like Universe of Forgotten Souls in ur Netflix recomenndations... far out guys.
Noticed smthg.
It's weird how the girl or woman or girly woman like every man calls me- on this gift looks like me. Weird. Same reddish chesnut hair same black hoodie same face shape same desire to get the f away from my sick dad I know that it's cruel to write smthg like this but I'm just tired so tired to see him suffering. So I want to leave for a month or just dissapear for a while and to see nice and uplifting things not suffering or sickness🥺 But I love my Dad so much and ny plsce is here no nstter how rough it is. I hsve imsginary trips. I try to see beauty in small things. In your tiny uplifting posts here. A pic. A quote. A cup of good hot choc with cream.My little room full of boho decor and hanging gold lightchains and Nag Champa incenses./ Nag champa is so 2014 I know😄/
So...
You Elisa you also felt this urge to split. To be elsewhere finally to get away like the carefree adrenaline junkie hippies in the seventies who were consumed by a Serpent in Bangkok.
But yet and still I understand the desire despite the danger to leave, to vanish, to be be in constant change and motion.
To go.
To dissapear. To be free.