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Nov. 12th, 2011 05:47 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
levityPublic service announcement: staying awake until 5:30 in the morning reading football fanfic and alternately sobbing hysterically three years too late over Xabi leaving Liverpool and Stevie G and laughing hysterically over Ibra in the Underworld and Impossible is nothing is, to say the least, definitely not how you do reasonable mature human being.
But perfect lines, perfect lines, and a demonstration of how fandom always knows what to say (from![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
conspiire's All the Hearts in the World):
The aftermath of being in love is nothing but a mere return to normalcy. Falling out of love is considerably less painful than, say, falling out of a tree, or falling off a cliff. But normalcy is gutting at the best of times, and who wants to go back? No, falling out of love is the equivalent of the fall of the gods. The process of rebuilding and restoring them is feverish, staggering. But the alternative is living in a world with no gods, and that, well. No.
But perfect lines, perfect lines, and a demonstration of how fandom always knows what to say (from
conspiire's All the Hearts in the World):The aftermath of being in love is nothing but a mere return to normalcy. Falling out of love is considerably less painful than, say, falling out of a tree, or falling off a cliff. But normalcy is gutting at the best of times, and who wants to go back? No, falling out of love is the equivalent of the fall of the gods. The process of rebuilding and restoring them is feverish, staggering. But the alternative is living in a world with no gods, and that, well. No.
