....But I can’t help fangirling over you...

I would really like to go to an old grocery store at midnight, in my pajamas and slippers, and run around the isles getting unhealthy snacks with you.

You know how when you’re reading something you just kind of forget your reading, and the words form pictures in your brain like a movie. And then once the story’s over you remember them. Those little glimpses into the world the author created, and whatever emotion that story made you feel, you feel it again. Weather you like it or not. And you can’t stop yourself from picturing it and it ruins you. All you want is to forget but those images are seared into your brain and there’s no way to get them out. Then you cry because it’s over and that world is gone. And it hurts so bad because you develop feelings for the characters though they’re fictional because you can relate to them. You have felt what they felt and somehow they understand your pain when no one else might. And it’s good, so good. And you find that it’s worth it, the pain is worth the understanding, and you get it. You get why your brain creates those scenes, you get that it’s not to torture you it’s to help you. The tears and the pain are worth the smiles and the happiness…

Do you ever come up with something funny, like a joke or something and then you're like wait has this been said before? And so you just sit there wondering if your funniness is original or not.

“This will be Legen- wait for it and I hope you’re not lactose and tolerant because the next part is- dary Legendary!”