silentauroriamthereal:So. I met Benedict Cumberbatch the other night. I’m still processing,...

silentauroriamthereal:

So. I met Benedict Cumberbatch the other night. 

I’m still processing, honestly, and the big thing that I need to write is another letter to him, one which I assume going in that he will never read (I can’t even imagine the volume of fanmail he must receive!), but I’ll still write it because I need to say it, even if it’s never read. In this post I want to talk about some of the stuff I want to say there, so I’m just kind of working through my thoughts here. 

This is going to be long, and a little emotional, so I’m putting it behind a cut to spare your dashes (among other things!). 

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Reblogging this, because it’s been one year today since I saw Benedict perform and ever so briefly got to meet him after. It’s no less poignant today than it was a year ago. I have the ticket that he signed framed and sitting on my desk at all times, with my framed portrait of him that the incredible @lunadax gifted me with shortly after that on the other side. Still so grateful for this man’s talent, his kindness, and the incredible amount of light he puts forth into this world. ❤❤❤❤❤