I fucking hate it when you’re in such a fantastically giddy mood and then you see one simple little thing that makes you think, “oh” and then you just get this empty feeling in your chest and you get nauseous and the world just crumbles and you want to just lay under a blanket and close your eyes and fall asleep and never wake up.
What if Hans still loves Anna? What if when they trolls said “Get the fiancee out of the way” they meant it? What if they cast a spell on Hans that replaced his feelings for her with greed? What if Hans is stuck inside his own mind, screaming and crying, because the love of his life is slipping through his fingers, by his own hand? What if the open door never closed?
“Everything seems to be exhausting me, no matter how much sleep or how much coffee I drink or how long I lie down, something inside me seems to have given up. My soul is tired.”—Unknown (via psych-facts)