You can’t be fixed. You can’t be saved.
Maybe sometimes we can only see the truth about ourselves if someone shows us where to look.
But when everyone tells you you’re crazy and no one believes you when you swear you aren’t, a small part of you will always wonder if they’re right.
Boys are stupid and girls are trouble.
Everyone’s a little crazy. Some people just hide it better than others.
I would rather die with the taste of you on my tongue than live and never touch you again.
I feel something, I do it. I want something, I take it.
The villain is the hero of her own story.
You are what happiness means to me. And I would rather have today with you than forever with anyone else.
I know what I can do to a girl with a word, a look, a touch. And I want to do them all to her.
It has been said that there must be a villain for every hero, a demon for every angel, a monster for every god. Despite what we are, I do not believe this. I have seen the villainous act heroic, and men called heroes act villainous. The ability to heal does not make one good any more than the ability to kill makes one evil. Kill the right people, and you become a hero. Heal the wrong ones, and you become a villain. It is our choices that define us, not our abilities.
I’ll love you to ruins.
Do not find peace. Find passion. Find something you want to die for more than something you want to live for. If it is your children, then fight not just for your own but for orphans who have no one else. If it is for medicine, then do not just seek out a cure for cancer but search for a cure for AIDS as well. Fight for those who cannot fight for themselves. Speak for them. Scream for them. Live and die for them. You life will not always be a happy one, but it will have meaning.
Like your the ocean and he’s desperate to drown.
Your life will not always be a happy one, but it will always have meaning.
The freaks shall inherit the earth.
I kind of want to see Mara Crucio their asses.
You are a girl, Mara. A girl blessed and cursed.
I don’t know how to make you understand what you do to me. Just thinking about kissing you is enough. Feeling your tongue against mine. The way you taste. The sounds you make. Everything. I’ve wanted you so much, for so long, but in the way you want things you’ll never, ever have. Like no matter what I do, you’ll always be just out of reach. But when you kiss me? It’s like I’m on fire.
I will not find peace with her. But there will be no greater passion.