Everytime I Read A New Book, I Have To Spend At Least 3 Days Contemplating Whether Or Not I'm Actually

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

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 it in my head? Yes. Did I redo it until looked like the picture? Yes. Does it look like the picture? No one can be quite sure

Wenn also Formel-1-Fahrer zu schnell fahren, ist das cool, aber wenn ich es mache, ist es illegal. Zumindest kann ich Fuck sagen, ohne gemeinnützige Arbeit zu leisten

Sudden and gratuitous total existence failure... what a way to go

I don't think I've ever been as attached to a paragraph of writing as I am to this one

Junge, tragen Sie Padmes Kleid normalerweise in Ihrem Matheunterricht um 7 Uhr morgens. Hören Sie auf, sich von der modernen Welt sagen zu lassen, dass wir uns nicht so kleiden können, als würden wir Naboo retten.

Cogito, ergo quack quack

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.

"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.

You dare try to strangle me with the red string of fate? You mean the one that ties us together for eternity? Do it then. Go for it. I'll jump off a cliff and drag you down with me.