"I’m in love with you. Yeah, it’s that bad. You’re so beautiful to me. Shut up, let me tell you, let me. Every time I look at your face or even remember it, it wrecks me. And the way you are with me and you are just fun and you shit all over me. And you make fun of me and you are real. I don’t have enough time in any day to think about you enough. I feel like I’m gonna live a thousand years because that’s how long it’s going to take for me to have one thought about you which is that I’m crazy about you, Pamela. I don’t want to be with anyone else. I don’t. I really don’t. I don’t think about women anymore. I think about you. I had a dream the other night that you and I were on a train, we were on this train and you were holding my hand. That’s the whole dream; you were holding my hand and I felt you holding my hand and I woke up and I couldn’t believe it wasn’t real. I’m sick in love with you. It’s like a condition, it’s like polio. I feel like I’m gonna die if I can’t be with you, and I can’t be with you, so I’m gonna die. And I don’t care because I was brought into existence to know you, and that’s enough. The idea that you would want me back is, like, greedy."
Ugghhhhh Louie (via supcakes)
Dammit, Louie. Dammit.
If this doesn’t fuck up your emotional world for a second, I don’t like you. :( (via whydoihaveablog)
The fact this won the Emmy for best comedy writing is the only proof that awards shows aren’t completely fucked.