Me: Wow, I'm home alone.
Me: *In the shower* IMAGINE LIVING LIKE A KING SOMEDAY!
Me: *Into a hairbrush* WHAT IF I CAN'T FORGET YOU? I'll BURN your name into my THROAT. I'll be the FIRE that'll CATCH YOU.
Me: *Running around the house* Can we create something beautiful and DESTROY IT!?!!?!?
Me: *Upside down, balancing herself on the couch* MY LOVE FOR YOU WAS BULLETPROOF BUT YOU'RE THE ONE THAT SHOT ME!
Me: *Making microwave popcorn* So keep TALKIN' 'cause I LOVE to hear your VOICE!
Family: *comes home*
Me: *Locks herself in room and goes on Tumblr*

How rape trials should go?

Lawyer: Did he rape her?
Witness: Yes, but she was drunk and passed out.
Lawyer: That's not what I asked. Did he rape her?
Witness: Yes, but she was wearin-
Lawyer: I didn't ask what she was wearing. Did he rape her?
Witness: Yes, but-
Lawyer: I didn't ask anything else. It's just a simple yes or no answer. Did he rape her?
Witness: Yes.
Laywer: Yes, he raped her.
Rape is rape is rape, no matter the context.

Crying does not indicate that you are weak. Since birth, it has always been a sign that you are alive.

Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre (via luhstinq)

A : Was ist wichtiger, lieben oder geliebt werden?
B : Welchen Flügel braucht ein Vogel zum Fliegen, den linken oder den rechten?