Little Bird.

"I found you."

"I’m in jail."

"You make me so hot."

"I have to leave."

"Please don’t leave."

"And what about our parents?"

"Who did this to you?"

"You shouldn’t have done that."

"What happened last night."

"We never tell anyone about this."

"So, you want to play games?"

"Does that require pants?"

"Lets just have a lazy day."

"Then go kill the bitch."

"I’m pregnant."

"You broke me."

"Don’t touch me."

"You can’t fix this."

"There’s nowhere we can hide."

"I’m not listening."

"Who do you think you are?"

"I don’t need you here."

"Did I fall asleep?"

"A little evil goes a long, long way."

"I will not die."

"I don’t care."

"I have no regrets."

"I feel numb."

"All monsters are human."

"You look beautiful, but you don’t look fine."

"How many time have I told you to be more careful?"

"Let’s get you to bed."

"I can’t even look at you, you promised not to get into any more fights!"

"Are you crazy?”

"Do you trust me?"

"How did you escape?"

"Is that blood behind your ear?"

"Take. This. Off. "

"What’s in it for me?"

this isn’t a personal thing.

it’s just that I took time laying everything out in an organized manner in anticipation that people would actually read and follow them, as opposed to ignoring them and going straight for my inbox.

they exist to avoid awkward confrontations when my preferences don’t match up with someone else.

they exist to make both of our lives easier.

they exist so that I don’t have to constantly repeat myself, because that gets incredibly exhausting.

"Well you see, when a man and a woman…"

"When you love someone very much…"

"Why are you asking?"

"Did you get someone pregnant?"

"Babies? They sort of just… happen, you open the door and there it is, on the step in a basket."

"The stork delivers them."

"If you pray hard enough, you get a baby for a present."

"Don’t kiss anyone, that’s how babies happen."

"If you get pregnant, you’ll die."

"How? Well you push and they just come out…"

"Can’t you ask your mother about this?"

"Isn’t your dad supposed to tell you about this?"

"Well, the bee sort of flies to the flowers and swaps around the seeds and that’s how you make babies…"

"What do you mean you already know where babies come from?"

"No, we’re not making you a baby brother for Christmas."

{ ♔ } Now when he looked at her, the boy became hysterical. He could not accept the fact that he could not scare her nor make her cry at all. It had worked once, during the time when he had showed her her father’s head but for now it did not and it made Joffrey feel so frustrated and angered. The boy stomped his feet before looking at the girl in fury, his blue eyes shining with such anger and fury that it was insane.

Though they were glossy and to others, he looked just like an upset child deprived of his candy. For now when he stood there, he released a scream that could frighten anyone. “Shut up! S H U T … UP. I don’t care about you. You are a bitch, a harlot. You are disgusting and you deserve to die”. The boy just lost it completely and kicked a nearby vase to the floor, it fell and broke. Shattering completely and spreading dirt and flowers all around them.