“Bullshit… all of it’s bullshit.”

My mother constantly thinks that I need to have other people jumping into my life to sort me out, when I don’t. She isn’t the one really having to deal with these powers… with these—emotions, that roll over me like a fucking hurricane when I least expect it. And though I tell her I’m fine, she knows I’m lying.

Fucking pixie instincts.

“It’s not like we have a choice in anything, Rory,” ...