Never complain never explain

I’m starting to think that the problem is me

All my favourite series just “EVAPORATE” at some point

“You said that the Book of Life was the default for humanity,” Aziraphale says carefully. “Earlier, I mean. Months ago when we’d met the first time. That the Book of the Dead was the most important one for saving the world, as it contained only those to be damned forever. In finding and destroying it, the names could… automatically ‘return’ to their original form.”

Billy looks over at Aziraphale in mild surprise. Back outside, Crowley is shouldering Muriel’s bum with a grimace as he helps them clamber up onto the roof of the Bentley.

“Genesis, yeah,” Billy says slowly. “The entire framework of Christianity hinges on that being true, whether a book really exists or not. Sin didn’t exist at the beginning of time, nor the end. Faith is what tethers our souls to both.”

Over the aisles, through the window, down the road, the billboard is still in view. THE END IS NEAR.

The end is near. But I want to turn on the light that will guide me to June? Death? Life? Eternity? Maybe a pedometer?

Hi! I’m Elzbt.

Hi, Elzbt.

I cried because I love Aziraphale and Crowley so much that I couldn't think straight.

I cried for a multitude of reasons, not all of them good.

This is my love letter to the two idiots who turned my life upside down when I thought it had finally settled down.

This is my love letter to the fandom that welcomed and understood me.

Is it the best ending?

Is it the ending I wanted?

I loved some things. I didn't love others.

For me, it's never black and white. Never. I always see shades of grey. Shades of grey are my life. For better or worse.

I cried. I cried a lot. I always cry when I'm confused or overwhelmed.

I cried because I love Good Omens so much that I can't think straight.

I cried because it’s over. The good things will stay good forever, and the disappointing things will stay disappointing forever.

That’s how I feel. Why give me Crowley and Aziraphale, and then take them away?

This afternoon was my adhd moment

Then I read something and relaxed a bit

Now I'm feeling overwhelmed again

A lot

Tomorrow will never come.

Years of waiting. And when it finally happens, it's hard to believe. I don’t know what to feel. So I’m feeling everything. All at once.

What if it disappoints me? What if it doesn't?

I’m scared of myself because I know how I tend to react: years and years of passion, devotion and obsession. Then poof! The dream vanishes all of a sudden.

I don’t want the dream to vanish. I’m too happy in it. If the dream becomes reality, I’m afraid I won’t be able to dream like I used to.

I know this doesn't make sense.

OK, I’ll stop. Everything's fine. Tickety-boo.