Molly Hooper And Her Banger Quotes

I am Broken

How does it feel… to be in love?

OUR FLAG MEANS DEATH → 1.05 | 1.10

Thinking I should actually start writing a short fic because the number of snippets I have in my notes app is getting a bit overwhelming.

Two types of music listeners

Then my whole family mocks me for having watched them all. Ah y'all okay there??? Do y'all not know good film???

it always weirds me out that there are people out there who havent seen all the lord of the rings movies. like are you okay??? do you want me to come watch them with you??? should i bring pizza and blankets to make a fort??? lets marathon them please

I had forgotten how loud American tourists were. The man laughed and grinned and spoke in awe of the little garden themed cafe through his whole brunch. His mate just spurred him on enthusiastically like it was his friend's first time in a cafe. After a video was filmed by the American in which he scuttled passed the closed garden door to investigate the downstairs cafe courtyard, he seemed to settle down. I spoke too soon, the food arrived and his enthusiasm peeked an all time high.

"My man look, this place is beautiful!"

He clapped and grinned like a child being given a balloon at a cars sale. Stepping out his chair, he bent to shoot his delectable blueberry waffles for his perhaps few Instagram followers that cared. It was delicious to be fair but it would just add to a sequence of clips of this quote ordinary Brisbane cafe. I felt instinctively that he must have not been to many yet during his stay in Australia but I decided to let him have his fun. It was interesting to watch such a grown man marvel at something that I had been taking for granted. Of course, this was my favourite cafe for it's general hospitality and atmosphere but I had dined there many times in the seven months of living in West End and the novelty was long passed. I guess it reminded me of the beauty of trying new things and exploring new places. That was something I had been striving to do while living in the understated and small city in Australia. Finding little nooks and crannies to spend my free time and think about less important things, less processing and more revelling in simplicity.

I like watching people. That's one thing I've learned about myself. I like observing their reactions and noting the tones and inflections of their voices depending on their mood and their thoughts. I like seeing their clothing and deciding who was comfortable in their apparel and who was simple trying to fit the urban, chic vibe of West End. I'm guilty of the latter myself lately but today I felt like myself. A floral button up, dark green maxi skirt and black suede boots. Not the most practical or moody outfit considering the wet weather but it made me feel the happiest.

I had used almost half of my battery percentage and even more of my data than anticipated due to the blackout at home that morning. But my temperament was maintained due to being out amongst the public, belly full of coffee and blueberry bagels and the warm chatter of people thriving despite the downpour.

Opera - karaoke!

No more sleep at 221B while Sherlock learns a new Pavarotti piece.

okay hear me out: i think it would be really funny if sherlock holmes played the trombone