I can open any door, anywhere with a few tiny lines of computer code. No such thing as a private bank account now. They’re all mine. No such thing as secrecy. I OWN secrecy. Nuclear codes? I could blow up NATO in alphabetical order. In a world of locked rooms, the man with the key is king. And honey… you should see me in a crown…
your black heart
your black soul
“He is clean-shaven, pale, and ascetic-looking, retaining something of the professor in his features. His shoulders are rounded from much study, and his face protrudes forward and is forever slowly oscillating from side to side in a curiously reptilian fashion. He peered at me with great curiosity in his puckered eyes.” —“The Final Problem”
James Moriarty isn’t a man at all. He’s a spider. A spider at the center of a web.
couldn’t cope with an unfinished melody.
omg i only saw it because of this tag