Imagine person A of your otp wins an award, and person B is standing in the crowd beaming with pride
I don’t really have to imagine this one.
neither do i
I think the Merlin-fandom wins this one…
is that a fucking tear in Bradley’s eye???
that’s a fucking tear in his eye
Anxiety is wanting to ask your partner a million questions as to why they’re with you, why they say they care about you, and so on.
Depression is not thinking you’re worth enough to even ask those questions, let alone be with them.
and having both of them is the definition of hell