Welp this is startlingly late, I’m so sorry.
In my defence I basically looked at this ask and had a panic attack so, ummm.
Made this a post rather than answering the ask normally so that I can shove this all under a read more because wow, I really don’t know when to stop talking.
The greatest part about this being a post is that I can reblog it.
So everyone should go read this because it’s perfect.
Since he would open his veins for you, I don’t think there’s much doubt.
I thank you, without irony, from the bottom of my heart.
And I accept your thanks, my dear, with no trace of irony either.
So don’t think about me.
My dear chap, how can you say that? I never think about anything else.
Don’t tell me you’ll miss me?
I will, Mr. Carson. Very much.
(Source: chasethememories, via annabatesinvestigates)