“It’s a strange thing, how you can love somebody, how you can be all eaten up inside with needing them—and they simply don’t need you. That’s all there is to it, and neither of you can do anything about it. And they’ll be the same way with someone else, and someone else will be the same way about you and it goes on and on—this desperate need—and only once in a rare million do the same two people need each other.”—Madeleine L’Engle (via shh-utlow)
I’m just in a really bad funk now. I mean, I had known for a few weeks (I think we all knew) that they weren’t gonna make the playoffs. But it’s just that when there’s still a mathematical possibility that they could, you can’t help but hoping. Now I just feel so empty and I think I’m going to cry so I might as well just go to sleep.