bimartin:

martin freeman at a red carpet gig gothic

you join the party after the fire has started, you scroll, it’s the same picture, same pose from a different angle, martin from behind, martin from the front, cropped photosets of martin, the same photo but zoomed in, the same photo but someone’s added a filter, finally you reach the border between Before and Now, you reminisce. it was a calmer time. you have a full head of grey hair now, you’ve grown a beard, you’ve missed your youngest child’s birthday party because you’ve been sat here all your life staring at different versions of the same 10 pictures for as long as you can remember. you don’t remember when you started writing this post, you wonder how much more has happened since you did. you reblog that photoset again.