She is not perfect. You are not perfect. The question is whether or not you are perfect for each other.

Everything seems to be exhausting me, no matter how much sleep or how much coffee I drink or how long I lie down, something inside me seems to have given up. My soul is tired.

i was afraid to be alone, and now i’m scared that’s how i like to be.

And one day, your name didn’t make me smile anymore.

Don’t ever mistake my silence for ignorance, my calmness for acceptance, or my kindness for weakness.

The world is a mess and I just need to… rule it.

Andrew: [awed] The Slayer touched you.

Jonathan: Yeah, it was sexy the way she touched me real hard with her fists.