My problem is that I fall in love with words, rather than actions. I fall in love with ideas and thoughts, instead of reality. And it will be the death of me.
There’s nothing I find funnier on Sherlock than the fact that Anderson imagines Sherlock as being this suave, sexy, cool bamf who catwalks around kissing girls. When in reality he’s an adorable little gay sweetheart who folds napkins, blows things up by mistake, flails around, and glues pictures of John’s head to things.
—Netflix would be by far the best dating site. “Here are 9 other singles in your area who have also watched Breaking Bad for 12 straight hours”