who cares

you don’t have a side anymore. neither of us do. we’re on our own side

where’s the fun in doing what you’re told?

she wore wild flowers in her hair

if i cannot bend heaven, i will raise hell

i wanna keep falling, even if i’ve already hit the ground

most of all, i hate you because i think of you. often. it's disgusting, and i can't stop

instead of being afraid, i could become something to fear

i threw myself to wolves, only to learn of the tenderness in their howl, and the loyalty in their blood

“if you never get around to doing some remarkable thing, that doesn’t mean you’re not worth remembering,”

“when you’re falling in a forest and there’s nobody around, do you ever really crash or even make a sound?”

“i may be on the side of angels, but do not think for a second that i am one of them.”

“you aren’t haunted by the war, dr watson. you miss it.”

“he’s damnably handsome. brave in battle, smart as a whip. an excellent dancer, oh, and an even better shot,”

“i came here for you. you’re my flag, you’re my nation,”

“how do you destroy a monster without becoming one?”

“when everyone knows you're a monster, you needn't waste time doing every monstrous thing,”