do you ever get an aching feeling in your stomach when you remember middle earth isnt real, you never got your hogwart’s acceptance letter and never will, the doctor isnt coming to whisk you away in the tardis, and the avengers arent really out there keeping earth safe?
I decided on you, don’t you get that? I decided on you. I don’t want to go fucking other people and then walk around feeling thrilled and then sad, or empty, or whatever. I like the smell of your hair, and I like the sound of your voice, and I fucking decided on you.
I just saw someone refer to a nap as “horizontal life pausing” and I am adopting this immediately.
(Source: ouiser--boudreaux, via lord-of-the-nerds)
Don’t lose yourself just because you found somebody.