That moment when you're hardcore fangirling and then reality slaps you in the face and you just stop and sit there like " What am i doing with my life? "

...and then you just shrug and keep fangirling.

*Story of my life plays in the background*


Normal fangirls: *fangirl cutely*
Me: *raptor noises* *slams head on the table* *hysterical outcry*


You know you've read a good book, when you turn the last page and feel a little as if you've lost a friend.

Me: *finishes book*
Me: slowly closes book
Me: exhales slowly
Me: inhales slowly
Me:
Me:
Me:
Me: PTERODACTYL SCREECH
Me: DYING WHALE NOISES
Me: UNCONTROLLED WHEEZING 

Okay so yeah, i'm a fangirl, but a weird one. A weird weird one. I basically fangirl about everything I come across. No fandom is safe from me. But if you ever worry that you're to weird or taking it to far as fangirl, remember that people in ancient Rome used to buy vials of their favorite gladiator's sweat to use as perfume. So at least it's not a new thing.