"I'm not saying you're an idiot, I'm just saying a smarter person would have seen that coming."
“ And I’m not saying you’re a jerk, I’m just saying you’re a jerk.” It was a grunt, the conduit scooping himself up off the ground and starting to dust off his jacket.
Send one of the following to see how my muse responds:
"I'm not saying you're an idiot, I'm just saying a smarter person would have seen that coming."
"I took a blood oath that I wouldn't tell you what she said about you, but if you bring me some tequila and nachos, I might be inclined to break that oath."
"If I told you I took a picture of you sleeping last night, would that be creepy or romantic?"
"I was trying to teach myself how to knit and, long story short, I'm in the ER now."
"I don't actually know what I've done to make you hate me so much, but I don't care anymore, so either get over it or fuck off."
"I love you, but the fact that you don't like ice cream creeps me out a little."
"If you're going to McDonald's and you don't at least bring me back fries, I'll never forgive you."
"I dropped your phone in the toilet, and I'm really sorry, but I'm not reaching in to get it out, so it's just... it's gonna stay there until you or someone else gets it out."
"If you pray for someone to meet an untimely demise, and then they do, are you karmically responsible for their death?"
"I've always thought that Harry Potter was overrated."
"I'm not saying you're evil or anything, but I'm pretty sure if you crossed a church threshold you would burst into flames."
"We should have a Disney movie marathon this weekend."
"I just really need you to shut the hell up right now."
"I'm a better kisser than you are; you're just going to have to accept that as a fact of life."
"Would you rather die by drowning or strangulation? I'm just curious, not, like, plotting your death or anything, I swear."
"I would do any number of borderline illegal things to get tickets to that show."
While sliding into unconsciousness I could somehow I don’t know… hear the voices of dying. Thousands crushed by falling buildings, or burned alive in the fires.
❛ Just remember that the only question in a house is who is to rule. ❜
❛ But if you must insist on being clever, then be clever. ❜
❛ Be brave. ❜
❛ Sleep with fists closed and shoot straight. ❜
❛ Someone ought to write a novel about me. I shouldn’t care if they lied to make it more interesting, as long as they were good lies, full of kisses and daring escapes and the occasional act of barbarism. I can’t abide a poor liar. ❜
❛ Your lying really needs work. ❜
❛ Curses haven’t much sticking power, geographically speaking. ❜
❛ Honesty is such a nasty habit, dear. Like biting your nails. ❜
❛ Aren’t you lucky, to have fallen in with such interesting people? ❜
❛ Don’t leave me. No rules but that rule. Don’t leave me. ❜
❛ In war you must always choose sides. One or the other. ❜
❛ You remind me of an old friend, that’s all. ❜
❛ Why should I not want something better? Doesn’t everyone? Don’t you? ❜
❛ It is all I have left of her. When it is gone, she will be gone. ❜
❛ Forget her forever, that is my help. ❜
❛ Perhaps all a Tsaritsa is is a beautiful cold girl in the snow, looking down at someone wretched, and not yield. ❜
❛ I’m bored! Why don’t I interrogate you again? It’ll be fun! I’ll even leave my safety on this time, I promise. ❜
❛ We can’t leave you alone for a second. ❜
❛ War is not for winning, _____. It is for surviving. ❜
❛ Punishment doesn’t mean you aren’t loved. On the contrary. You can only really punish someone you love. ❜
❛ You cannot punish someone unless you wish to forgive them, after all. What would be the point? ❜
“ you’re rambling.“ it’s more of a statement than anything, as indy places her hands on her hips. now lax, considering she was ready to beat the shit out of him a few sec- onds earlier. “why are you rambling?“
‘ huh- i just figured you were asking for clarification, so i repeated myself. not rambling, just repetition. ‘ Del simply shrugs a shoulder, finding nothing odd about his behaviors. he wasn’t r e a l l y rambling, was he?
she’s right and she knows it. but his change in demeanor has her stopping mid-word, giving him a questionable, and almost suspicious look. “what?“
‘ what? ‘ it’s a pause as he takes a small look around, trying to spot whatever this woman was talking about. ‘ i- was talking about the hing-hay market? in the lantern district? there’s one stand, the lady makes good egg rolls- ‘
