Moriarty seems to be in a bad mood. Someone throw a Snickers at him and then run.

Bastard. Sexy rich powerful bastard.

Today I’m celebrating my birthday the way I came into this world: Naked, screaming, and wet.

The UK welcomes Ofdonald. We shall save her. #FuckOffTrump

No. But I will tie him up. By the neck. On a wall. x.com/sherrinfordhol…

Doodling Irene Adler tonight... delightful #cheeky

My writer has made to the home of Irene Adler’s writer. I’m.. concerned.

Sarah is pathetic.

Correct grammar is the new sexy. teespring.com/en-GB/grammar-…

Every time I plug my phone in at night, I’m reminded that Sherlock would deduce me an alcoholic.

*Mouth full of chocolate* Rude.

*Hands James Moriarty a knife, points at Donald J. Trump* Carve the pumpkin!

Did you do something new with your hair, dear? Suits you.

Happy birthday, James Moriarty. I tried to wrap myself for you, but it’s harder than it sounds, so I got you a Lynx Body Spray set instead. And not because it was 50% off in Boots.

Merry Christmas, darling stalkers. Eat, drink, and shoot Mary.

My writer and her partner is staying at the home of Irene Adler’s writer for a few nights in July... I’m not entirely sure they can be trusted..?!