I’m approaching the freaking episode where Denny dies, and my heart is breaking in two, and tears are falling down my face, and all I can think about is how too emotionally involved I get with fictional characters. CURSE YOU EMOTIONS.
Same goes for movies. I immerse myself in storylines that I will never experience, because if I can pretend I’m someone else for just a second, everything is okay.
Have you ever felt so strongly abut something that
I’m missing you so much London.
I’m literally in love with Denny Duquette and hate that he dies in the second season. It’s the worst thing ever, and I will always be bitter about the way that had to end.
But it’s not bad to stare at Jeffrey Dean Morgan. He is so beautiful.
As soon as I get paid, I am finally going to buy myself a whistle. It’s a cause I’ve supported for so long and told so many about, but I haven’t bought a whistle yet. Sigh.
This makes me think of summer hikes in Maine. Can’t wait for July!