A Faint Taste of Bitter Almonds
My name is Lenna, but I more often go by Sherlock.
I enjoy the violin, writing, and forensic science. I still want to live in a charmingly cluttered flat with ugly vintage wallpaper a dubious shade of brown, with my violin Benedict, my guitars Sherlock and Harry Darren-Criss, and many, many books, as well as enough tea to sustain my mortal soul.
Mainly Sherlock Holmes, Doctor Who, Harry Potter, Tintin, and old British comedy, but for a full list go here.
A Slytherin, with Ravenclaw tendencies.
I spam a lot of Vincent van Gogh.
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I enjoy the violin, writing, and forensic science. I still want to live in a charmingly cluttered flat with ugly vintage wallpaper a dubious shade of brown, with my violin Benedict, my guitars Sherlock and Harry Darren-Criss, and many, many books, as well as enough tea to sustain my mortal soul.
Mainly Sherlock Holmes, Doctor Who, Harry Potter, Tintin, and old British comedy, but for a full list go here.
A Slytherin, with Ravenclaw tendencies.
I spam a lot of Vincent van Gogh.
Previously pocketwatchgirl
Okay, you've got questions
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Excalibur
I froze your tears and made a dagger,
and stabbed it in my cock forever.
It stays there like Excalibur,
Are you my Arthur?
Say you are.Take this cool dark steeled blade,
Steal it, sheath it, in your lake.
I’d drown with you to be together.
Must you breathe? Cos I need Heaven.A poem by David Brent; singer/songwriter, poet, comedian, philosopher, philanthropist, entertainer, motivater and general manager of Werhnam Hogg Paper Merchants.
I refuse to believe anything could possibly be funnier.
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