Did I Have To Braid My Hair Today? No. I Did It Anyway. Did I Get Mad When It Didn't Look How I Pictured

I despise the way I feel that in order to truly like something, I must be all knowing. Why can't I just like something? I shouldn't feel the need to know the name of every background character, where they came from, and what they're doing there. I want to like something and not feel a burning fear that someone will question the validity of my statement expressing that something brings me joy.

Alles an diesem Outfit ist richtig gemacht. die Länge, die Ärmel, die Armbänder, das Kopfstück. alles davon. Warum kleiden wir uns nicht alle so

It's a good thing I like trains and feeling like I'm smarter than everyone else, because otherwise, I would have quit on Atlas Shrugged.

"The ships hung in the sky much in the same way that bricks don't" yes, for everything. Anything that could ever happen, could happen much in the same way that bricks don't, even if bricks do.

Fernando Alonso is so cool, I wish cars were real

I don't know who I would be today if I had never read Flowers for Algernon. If my soul had not been crushed on that fateful day when I finished the book, I fear I would've ended up a monster with no hope of ever changing. I would give almost anything to read that book for the first time again. Nothing in this life or the next will ever live up to the anguish I felt reading that last page. What a beautiful feeling it was.

The script for the bbc production of Pride and Prejudice, apparently, originally had mr. Darcy naked/shirtless for the lake scene and I beg of you, someone please write fanfiction of it. The thought of this happening in 1810 is too hilarious

I support Max's right and wrongs. Yes, right now there are a lot more wrongs than there are rights; I'm still rooting for him. He could rob a bank and still be completely babygirl in my eyes

Everytime I read a new book, I have to spend at least 3 days contemplating whether or not I'm actually a despicable human being who should be taken out back and shot, not in the head though, so they can study my brain.

I do not wish to be human anymore. I would just like to be vaguely human shaped and squeezed tremendously tightly. Even more so I would like to go hitchhiking through the galaxy with a human shaped alien from Betelgeuse V. I would like to visit an island full of genetically engineered dinosaurs. I would like to go on a quest to find a stolen lightning bolt. Considering what is actually within the realm of possibility, just a good tight squeeze will do.