"imagination is more important than knowledge" - Albert Einstein
If you message me, do not put “sorry for wasting your time” or “sorry for bothering you” at the end of your message!!! I’ve seen this way too many times. You are not a waste of my time. You are not a waste of anyone’s time. You are not a waste of time period. Please never say or think that ever again
Grandpa: You know, I think Sherlock and John might end up together.
Gramma: You think they're homosexual?
Grandpa: Not really.
Gramma: So what do you mean you think they'll end up together?
Grandpa: (frustrated) I think that they're perfect for each other! I mean, just look at them together!
Gramma: (raises an eyebrow)
Grandpa: Stop with the homosexual! They should be with each other because they GO together! They make each other happy! Isn't that what being in a good relationship's about?
Grandpa: Saying someone's homosexual is like saying I love blonds.
Gramma: You do like blonds dear.
Grandpa: But you're not blond.
Gramma: No... I'm not.
Grandpa: You never have been! I feel in love with you with brown hair and stayed in love when you turned grey. I love you for you. Grey or brunette, young or old. Just like John and Sherlock.
Grandpa: John may like women like I like blonds, but that doesn't mean he's going to ignore someone perfect for him just because it's not a woman. And Sherlock clearly loves him.
Gramma: I thought you said he's not interested in any of that.
Grandpa: Maybe not in other people. But look how he looks at John! He looks at him like I looked at you on our wedding day. It's love. Not something so trivial as whether he's a man or woman.
Grandpa: (out of breath)
Gramma: I knew I married you for a reason.
As a bisexual, it sickens me that some people WILL keep scrolling.
As the straight daughter of a gay man, it sickens me that some people will keep scrolling.
As a straight girl with a basic understanding of equality and love, it also sickens me that people will keep scrolling.
As a straight Christian woman, I pray that people will not scroll past this. Love, not judge.
I’m re-reblogging for that last one.