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❝ Now I think if I were to use drugs again, it would, in fact, be an anticlimax. It would be a surrender to the drip, drip, drip of existence. ❞ indie Sherlock from Elementary.Fandom & OC friendly.

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       Surely it’s a human construct ;; a hedge against the terror of mortality. I believe that. But that doesn’t account for the times I felt it myself. My mother. Irene. Even after a fashion, Watson. It vexes.

                            Love is either a human construct or it’s a real thing, right?

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                            Love is either a human construct or it’s a real thing, right?

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