I'm Brett, suburbanite ginger trying NYC on for size.

I'm a dreamer, a try-to-write-r, an amateur photographer, and lover of all things coffee and theatre.

Someday I'm going to tell a really great story. Don't forget me.

 

I could not rest, Watson, I could not sit quiet in my chair, if I thought that such a man as Professor Moriarty were walking the streets of London unchallenged.

(Source: bashermoriarty)

burntlikethesun:

Everyday life can provide honour and valour, and let’s hope that from now on this country can find its heroes in smaller places. In the most ordinary of deeds.

cubebreaker:

Photographer Kylli Sparre’s surreal self-portraits have a flowing sense of grace to them, a clear influence from her years of formal ballet training.

This girl is by far my best friend and we’re going separate ways for a while with me on tour and her attending school in Florida.  

I don’t like farewells, however fond they may be.

This girl is by far my best friend and we’re going separate ways for a while with me on tour and her attending school in Florida.

I don’t like farewells, however fond they may be.

Goodbyes to my loves at the Metropolitan Museum of Art. It’s been rich.

Last day at the Met today.  Ten sums up my feelings in general.  Ugh.  #lastday #ten #doctorwho

Last day at the Met today. Ten sums up my feelings in general. Ugh. #lastday #ten #doctorwho

What is the point of anything

Like why do we fight so hard for love and acceptance and meaning and joy

When everything sucks and people leave and marriages end and kids get bullied and people get ridiculed for who they love or what they wear or what they look like

I’m so tired. So tired. What is the point. I didn’t come all this way to wallow in depression and cry at night.

It hurts.

Find me after the storm…

Find me after the storm…