Im fine Mulder!

Gillian Anderson on the Late Late Show in HD

From this

to this. I feel you, anon!

The KABOOM beneath the Pa Rum Pum Pum Pum has officially destroyed me. We knew something evil was going to happen but seeing it hurts, damn it! Poor Oliver can’t catch a break. Especially in this episode. He almost lost Felicity thrice. THRICE! 

And she’s the woman he loves. Actually, no. 

Oliver Queen does not love Felicity Smoak. He passed that point a long time ago. Love was probably the first stage of what he feels for her now. What he feels for her now cannot be defined in a word, simply because that word does not exist.

If I had to pick an analogy for it, I’d take this one. Imagine a moon revolving around a planet. Round and round it goes, it’s own place in the universe, but existing, tethered because of the planet. Imagine for some reason the planet is destroyed, leaving nothing but a gaping hole in its place. And the moon is left, without a planet, without a place, without anything but an entire universe it does not want.

Felicity Smoak, in simplest of terms, is his gravity.

Love is a temporary madness, it erupts like volcanoes and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is.

Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of eternal passion. That is just being "in love", which any fool can do.

Current obsession: Gillian Anderson as James Bond.