I used to get mad when men would make jokes about how women’s periods make them irrational, but now I just remember that during Victorian times, a table’s legs were thought to arouse men so they invented table cloths to cover them up so men wouldn’t get erections during dinner

The mind can’t explain it, and you can’t make it go away. It’s called love.

I always felt like I saw things differently. Saw things other people didn’t.

Because not all monsters were monsters in the beginning. Some are monsters born of sorrow.

don’t you miss the days when we didn’t have to be so politically correct all the time?

Some people bring out the worst in you, others bring out the best, and then there are those remarkably rare, addictive ones who just bring out the most. Of everything. They make you feel so alive that you’d follow them straight into hell…