For when my outward action doth demonstrate the native act and figure of my heart in compliment extern, ’tis not long after but I will wear my heart upon my sleeve for daws to peck at. I am not what I am.
- Iago, Othello
How cute was Emma trying to calm down her little dashing rapscallion tho? ♥‿♥
“People tend to overestimate my character,” I say quietly. “They think that because I’m small, or a girl, or a Stiff, I can’t possibly be cruel. But they’re wrong.”
Since I was young, I have always known this: Life damages us, every one. We can’t escape that damage. But now, I am also learning this: We can be mended. We mend each other.
“ I suffer from aviophobia. That means fear of dying in something that flies.”
— request by Anon.