I feel like a part of me died and have a piece of me filled with empty air. My skin and muscle and bone must have rot with all the ill hope I carried for so long. It’s okay when hope slips away. When a great plan dies, it leave room for a greater plan to conjure in it’s place. Until then, let the wind blow.
The awesome moment when you are doing so much laundry, you’re worried about what you’re wearing to work, and you find a clean set of underwear buried in the corner of your drawer.
"There’s really no reason to accuse Barney of being a misogynist or a sociopath now that we know that all of this is being told from the perspective of the man who wanted the woman Barney ended up with (albeit briefly) and was telling the story to passively aggressively get his kids to consent to him pursuing her. Now the whole series plays as Ted trying to make Barney look like a sleaze to prove to his kids how poor aunt Robin didn’t belong with such a dirtbag—thank goodness she can end up in Daddy’s bed instead!"
is everyone missing that himym came full circle?