The thing about fictional worlds is, that once you begin to know them, you don’t just seal them into your heart. You leave a piece of your heart with them. One piece of your heart becomes them. And after one by one, you are rather living in those worlds, than in reality. This is the reason why they mean so much to you - not just a place to escape, but family and a home that gives you a reason to live. And that’s why only the idea of saying goodbye to them, breaks your heart. Because you can’t just rip out your heart, can you?
Canon Papyrus: IVE NEVER READ A GRAMMAR IN MY LIFE AND I ONLY SLEEP 30 MINUTES A NIGHT AND ERVERONE LIES TO ME AND I BOTTLE THINGS SO PEOPLE DONT WORRY SO THEREFORE EVERYONE THINKS IM CONFIDENT AND HAPPY
note to self: Don’t read fanfiction while in class, you’ll make weird noises and then someone is going to read the sex scene behind your shoulder. I might have destroyed some innocence.. (he’s 3 years younger then me)