incurablylazydevil:

Sonnet 57 by William Shakespeare

Being your slave, what should I do but tend 
Upon the hours and times of your desire? 
I have no precious time at all to spend, 
Nor services to do, till you require. 
Nor dare I chide the world-without-end hour
Whilst I, my sovereign, watch the clock for you,
Nor think the bitterness of absence sour 
When you have bid your servant once adieu; 
Nor dare I question with my jealous thought 
Where you may be, or your affairs suppose, 
But, like a sad slave, stay and think of nought
Save, where you are how happy you make those.
   So true a fool is love that in your will,
   Though you do any thing, he thinks no ill. 

surelock-for-sher:

youcanthandlemy:

Mommy and daddy Holmes didn’t go to sherlocks funeral because they knew it was fake. Harry didn’t attend Johns wedding for the same reason

Damn.