wherever you go becomes a part of you somehow
- I've stopped believing. Not in some depressed, "I'm gonna cry during my toast" way. Not in a way I even noticed until tonight. It's just, every day, I think I believe a little less and a little less and a little less. And that... sucks. What do I do about that, Scherbatsky?
- You're Ted Mosby. You start believing again.
- In what, destiny?
- Chemistry. If you have chemistry, you only need one other thing.
- What's that?
- Timing. But timing's a bitch.


@темы: сериальное, How I met your mother