Being liked for the way you looked is worse than not being liked at all.
My mom has a tape from when I was, like, 2 years old, talking with my grandma, telling her a story that's really elaborate about werewolves and wolves.
I have a screened in porch, and it's nice to curl up with a book outside when it's raining, especially an old battered classic like 'Pride & Prejudice & Zombies.'
I don't care where I come from or who you are. I can make you happy, and you make me happy. We could have a happily ever after.
I tended to hate people that hit me in the head without warning.
If Peter Pan had been real, he would've gone mad and killed everyone in Neverland.