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.
I’m missing you so much London.
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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.
PUG.
