I don’t even get to know what I did wrong, now i’m the one stuck here going through all our pasts emails and conversations trying to figure out where I made a wrong turn. This is why I hate socializing and talking to people, especially with family, because its not like you can ignore them and they go away. You guys are forever connected and you can’t just get away from them.

I mean we’re supposed to be friends and the closest two in the family and then they pull this bullshit, what the hell? I mean I already have enough trouble figuring out whether its ok to smile at people or not and now its like ‘a;oeifjkladzmfg” fuck. Just fuck. ok? FUCK!

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welcometogeektown:

Oh hot damn this is my jam 

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JOHN LOVES JAM. Your argument is invalid.

As it would seem, jam loves John back.

This is how I’ve always pictured Sherlock telling John he loved him, because he always had trouble expressing his emotions and in case John didn’t reciprocate he could always say he meant that Jam loved John, because John loves Jam. And then skulk away red faced into his bedroom. But judging from johns smiling face, Sherlock probably didn’t get to go into his bedroom alone ;p 

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