In the wrong light anyone can look like a darkness.
I love the person I’ve become, because I fought to become her.
Optimism is the madness of insisting that all is well when we are miserable.
irene never even got to hear what sherlock had composed. the piece wasn’t even for her, strictly speaking. it was about her, for him because he was so wrapped up her he needed to spend all those days composing, thinking, lamenting that this was how she wanted him to remember her.
