weweremadeforeachothersherlock:

“If ever there is no winged thing in your ribcage, I’m sorry. If ever you don’t rename your heart fifty times before you salt & eat it, I’m sorry. Yellow lights mean now, now or now: yellow lights mean go faster, mean fall in any kind of love.”

— Ruth Baumann, from “Theories on the Impossibility of Patience,” published in elsewhere (via mortalpractice)