<b>Yurio:</b> Whoa, whoa, whoa. "Boyfriend”? I don’t want to be Otabek’s boyfriend.<p/><b>Viktor:</b> Well, what do you want, then?<p/><b>Yurio:</b> I don’t know. I just want to be with him. All the time. I want to hear about his day and tell him about mine. I want to hold his hand and smell his hair. But I don’t want to be his stupid boyfriend!<p/></p>
If you could press a button that would give you a great deal of money, but it would cause someone you don’t know in a distant part of the world to die, then you would have a good model for how our current economy works.
Welcome To Night Vale, Episode 105, “What Happened at the Smithwick House”
“I have lived through a fucking world war,” I said, my voice low and venomous. “I have lost a child. I have lost two husbands. I have starved with an army, been beaten and wounded, been patronized, betrayed, imprisoned, and attacked. And I have fucking survived!”
He says there are different kinds of love: There’s physical attraction, mental attraction, and emotional attraction; there’s also comfort and obsession. You need to have all of those things in one person. You have to mentally respect them, be physically attracted, and have a comfort level. You’re obsessed with them, yet you also know they’re going to stay.
You love, and tremble, and burn. Do not let any of them tell you who you are. You are the flame that cannot be put out. You are the star that cannot be lost. You are who you have always been, and that is enough and more than enough. Anyone who looks at you and sees darkness is blind.
James Carstairs/Brother Zachariah
Tales from the Shadowhunter Academy
I want to live forever in a land where summer lasts a thousand years. I want a castle in the clouds where I can look down over the world. I want to be six-and-twenty again. When I was six-and-twenty I could fight all day and fuck all night. What men want does not matter.
Winter is almost upon us, boy. And winter is death. I would sooner my men die fighting for the Ned’s little girl than alone and hungry in the snow, weeping tears that freeze upon their cheeks. No one sings songs of men who die like that. As for me, I am old. This will be my last winter. Let me bathe in Bolton blood before I die. I want to feel it spatter across my face when my axe bites deep into a Bolton skull. I want to lick it off my lips and die with the taste of it on my tongue.
what is that chris quote about being a gentlemen? I can't find it, help a girl out
“Being a gentleman is about respecting people. Treating your friends like family, keeping a cool head in moments of chaos, taking care of your partner. Prioritize your needs with others’ needs, and tend to theirs as often as you can. Be sympathetic. Know what’s going on in the world. Care. Don’t strive to be an alpha male, just be you. And be you quietly. Don’t tell people what a gentleman you are, lead by example.”
My secret is: Even though I wish I could be thin, and that I could have the ease of lifestyle that I associate with being thin, I don’t wish for it with all of my heart. Because my heart is reserved for way more important things.