"Oh, dear, am I bugging you?"

me You know what's perfect? Read the first word again.

Architect: You got a name, kid?

If I'm extra sarcastic with you, it probably means I'm flirting with you or you really annoy me and I can't handle your shit. Have fun figuring out which one.

I hate it when people ask 'what's the stupidest thing you've ever done?' Like, awfully bold of you to assume I've reached peak dumbass.

Seeker: I'm gonna sing a song for you. It's called "My Life So Far."

Architect: I don’t dress to impress, I dress to depress.

Seeker: People who tell me I shouldn't drink lava: the media. People who lie: the media. Conclusion: I am going to drink lava.

Seeker: Hey, Fen, how do I become a jellyfish?

How come reading tea leaves is seen as this sophisticated, witchy thing, but if I slam-dunk an open can of Chef Boyardee ravioli onto the pavement in the gas station parking lot to see what kind of soda the Old Ones think I should buy, foodstuff divination suddenly isn't cool anymore?

Seeker: I'm not like other girls.

Fen: Dirt.

Fen: Seeker, what are you doing? Your shoes are on the wrong feet.

Seeker: Okay, I want you guys to imagine a rat, but huge- like, the size of a Great Dane.

Seeker: Any noun can become a verb if you don't care enough.

Seeker: I wish I was hotter.

Seeker: Hey, Fen, what animal is your fursona?

Seeker: I would never say this to Fen's face, but I am grateful he's stayed my friend despite everything and treasure his presence.