The God I decide to believe in is the God of the bathroom floor. A God of scandalously low expectations. A God who smiles down at a drunk on the floor, wasted and afraid, and says, There you are. I’ve been waiting.
after the 100% perfect relationship-building slow burn of s1-s3, i will always feel like season 4 of gilmore girls brushed against rory/paris so excruciatingly closely that we could almost taste it. (they slept in the same bedroom! their lips met in a kiss! a random stranger called them girlfriends! rory was so upset about paris dating asher that ‘my friend is dating a creepy old man!’ almost veered into ‘my friend is dating a creepy old man and i’m jealous of that creepy old man!’. BILL MOYERS AND PIZZA!)
… and then both rory and paris got banished to hetero land for the rest of the series.