JOHN WATSON, LIGHT OF MY LIFE, FIRE OF MY LOINS. MY SIN, MY SOUL. JOHN-WAT-SON.
HE WAS WATSON, PLAIN WATSON, IN THE MORNING, STANDING FIVE FOOT SEVEN IN ONE SOCK. HE WAS MR. WATSON IN JUMPERS. HE WAS DOCTOR AT WORK. HE WAS JOHN H. WATSON ON THE DOTTED LINE. BUT IN MY ARMS HE WAS ALWAYS JOHN.
@темы:
Martin Freeman,
Sherlock,
Benedict Cumberbatch
Ничё не говори. Меня прям прёт с него тут
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