At this point I'm sure he's more plastic than person, but most people who hate wrinkles become Daleks over time, anyway.

It's easier to be who you want to be when you aren't trying to be who everyone thinks you are

Quick, when the Nox invaded District Eleven in episode thirty-four, what did Carmindor and Princess Amara do?"

My eyebrows furrow. "They... joined forces?"

He nods gravely. "Elle, would you join forces with me? Together we can defeat the Nox

-Geekerella

Never give up on your dreams, and never let anyone tell you that what you love is inconsequential or useless or a waste of time. Because if you love it? If that OTP or children's card game or abridged series or YA book or animated series makes you happy?
That is never a waste of time. Because in the end we're all just a bunch of weirdos standing in front of other weirdos, asking for their username.

Oh—and Darien?”

“Yeah?”

“Diet. Don’t forget. I think the third floor has a cafeteria.”

I make a face. “Cafeteria food? That’s cardboard, bro.”

“Bro, get a salad.”

I purse my lips. With my new workout regimen and my personal trainer (who reminds me of Wolverine with the personality of a wet cat…so basically just Wolverine), I’ve existed on protein shakes and rabbit food. And chicken. So much chicken I could sprout feathers. And it’s not even seasoned

That guy seemed like a douche-bro.”

It’s one of the longest sentences she’s ever said to me. I don’t even know how to answer.