“GROW, DILL!” the sign now read.
I haven't gotten a good night's sleep in a week, because I keep staying up too late like a dumbfuck, but I don't think that's why I burst into tears reading this story tonight. I did it because it's just that good. Seeds by 
thesardine is the story of Sherlock and a box of Triscuits and the nature of depression, and it makes me cry because it is beautiful and because life is worth living and because sometimes green things poke through the dirt and are alive.
If you haven't read it, go now. If you have read it, feel free to join me weeping in the comments.
ETA: Made the mistake of going back and reading it again. "It felt to him as though all the banks had been robbed in one day, with no witnesses." WEEPING AGAIN.
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thesardine is the story of Sherlock and a box of Triscuits and the nature of depression, and it makes me cry because it is beautiful and because life is worth living and because sometimes green things poke through the dirt and are alive.
If you haven't read it, go now. If you have read it, feel free to join me weeping in the comments.
ETA: Made the mistake of going back and reading it again. "It felt to him as though all the banks had been robbed in one day, with no witnesses." WEEPING AGAIN.
This entry was originally posted at http://amalnahurriyeh.dreamwidth.org/74904.html. You can comment in either location. There are currently
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