*possible suicide trigger warning*


House: Is this hell? An eternity of people trying to convince me to live?
*Cameron sits* Who says I’m here to convince you to live? 
House: You’re the last one I thought would hate me.
Cameron: I don’t hate you. I love you.
House: And yet you think I deserve to die.
Cameron: But not as a punishment…as a reward. I think you’ve suffered enough. You’ve given enough. I think you deserve the chance to just…give up.
House: Like Wilson did?
Cameron: Like Wilson did. You accepted his choice that ending the pain was better than the pain. Why can’t you give yourself that gift?

End of House. Forever.

I just can’t. I have so many memories of watching House - first with Dan all snuggled up and happy, then with Stephen and the occasional episode with Charlotte or someone else and the last series or so on my own. So many times when it’s made me laugh or cry or just been enough to keep me going. Relating to different characters at different times. Too many feelings. That was a perfect ending but I just can’t let go of something that’s been such a big chunk of my life.

:’( 

“Tell her that you love her…I should have told her everyday because she was perfect everyday”

 ^ This.

Working with these guys at the Sea Life Centre and all I could think about all day was how you used to say they were aliens. God I miss you.

nicola53:

Jellyfish by Teruhide Tomori on Flickr.