I used to be embarrassed by my mom, but now I know what she is-she's a hero.
It is love which made all this. War which protects it. With love comes responsibility and possibility, fear and hopes, quests and suffering.
Friends help friends fight pixies.
Is everyone as wrong about me as I am about them?
What we do, our choices, that's what defines us
That's what people who love you do: they hold you and lie. They tell you that you're worthy, that everything will be all right, and they do that even when you both know without a doubt that this is not true, that is it nowhere near the truth.