I'm gonna post things I find nifty. Hopefully, you'll dig what I'm laying down, so to speak.
Do you ever get on a bus and think “yup… at least 45% of the air in here is farts”
Sherlock being deep in his mind palace and pacing the living room and bumping into Molly’s legs every time so out of frustration she pulls chairs from the kitchen and traps him between his chair, the kitchen chairs, and the coffee table, and she doesn’t think it’ll work but it miraculously does and he just begins pacing in a tiny circle
This makes me unreasonably happy.