Someone: *treats me badly*
Me: *forgives them immediately*
Me 2 weeks later, eyes snapping open at 3 am: you know what?? I’m mad at you.
Please don’t leave me like the rest of them did. I can’t lose you. I can’t fucking lose you.
“Look at you, romanticizing terrible things to endure the pain as they’re devouring your flesh.”
“How a person reacts to your sadness says a lot about how long they’re going to be in your life.”
— S. Z. (via perfectquote)
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“Why does it have to be Adora.”
[image id: an illustration of Catra and Adora from She-Ra. They are in front of an out of focus crystal background, and Catra is looking angrily towards the camera while Adora is looking exhaustedly at Catra. Catra is gently holding Adora’s wrist. End id.]
Tori, to Zak: Look, let’s just agree to say “I’m sorry” on the count of three. One, two three.
*silence*
Tori: See? Now I’m just disappointed in the both of us.
Tori: We need to distract the guards.
Zak, standing up: Right.
Tori: What are you gonna do?
Zak: I’m going to kill them all. That ought to distract them.
