I Believe In Sherlock Holmes

Hi, my name is Hailey. I am Australian.

It's probably pretty easy to guess from all of the things I reblog, but I am in a lot of fandoms. The most common ones you will see are: Harry Potter, Doctor Who, Sherlock, Nerdfighteria, Starkid, Glee and a billion other things.

I like lame jokes and making friends, so come into my ask box and say hi, it's cozy.

One day I will rewrite this and it will be interesting/funny/original. Today is not that day.

History of voting! (by rockthevote)

I got this from my dash but I can’t find it again to reblog it.

I’m in one of those

I want to have a conversation with you but I’m afraid you’ll hate me/why aren’t we awesome best internet friends moods.

Wearing my scarf now to make up for not wearing it tonight.

  • Someone should make me lots of Hufflepuff stuff
  • Which include having badgers on them and stuff
  • Because badgers are cool
  • The team next to us was so annoying
  • Mostly just this one guy
  • And I go online to complain about them
  • Because that’s what you do on the internet
  • But one of the people in my Harry Potter group was on their team.
  • But all in all it was a good night.

And that’s what you missed on Hailey’s Life!

I’m going to call Steve and if he’s home I’ll go visit him. No I won’t. That’s a lie. I’m just going to go lie in my bed and read.
My mum.
unintentionally:

Stacks (Taken with instagram)

I love going into libraries.
Sometimes I don’t even go in there to read. I just wander through the stacks, row after row. It feels good thinking that I’m in a forrest of books. It’s a forrest of thoughts and dreams and facts and stories.
I’ll wander through until I can’t see anyone or hear anyone. And it’s like I’m alone and only the books are there to see me.
And I feel calm and free.

unintentionally:

Stacks (Taken with instagram)

I love going into libraries.

Sometimes I don’t even go in there to read. I just wander through the stacks, row after row. It feels good thinking that I’m in a forrest of books. It’s a forrest of thoughts and dreams and facts and stories.

I’ll wander through until I can’t see anyone or hear anyone. And it’s like I’m alone and only the books are there to see me.

And I feel calm and free.