Dear Amanda Abbington.
I’m here to talk to you about this:
Your God Damn Face. Because frankly, it’s just rude.
Rude, I tells ya.
How can one woman be this fucking beautiful?
(sidenote, how can you be this cute:
I applaud you on your face
And will remain eternally jealous of it
(P.S I love you. This isn’t a secret. You know this.)
Reblog this if you have a crush on Amanda Abbington.
It’s for science.
Social anxiety isn’t “omg I hate people lol I wish I was sleeping and watching netflix!” It’s “I want desperately to be able to hang out with people but I hate the feeling of sheer panic and fear I get around them so I don’t / can’t and it eats away at me every day so I end up just staying home and say I’m sleeping or watching something”
- series 4: how mary morstan died
- series 5: how mary morstan faked her own death