the thighs the heels the hips

I was watching Pretty Little Liars' Halloween episode. Everything was going fine until I accidentally closed the window. Like, what the flying fuck. So now I have to stream it once more. Once a klutz, forever a klutz I will be.

" You know your problem, Quentin? You keep expecting people not to be themselves. I mean, I could hate you for being massively unpunctual and for never being interested in anything other than Margo Roth Spiegelman, and for like, never asking me about how it's going with my girlfriend - but I don't give a shit, man, because you're you. My parents have a shit ton of black Santas, but that's okay. They're them. I'm obsessed with a reference website to answer my phone sometimes when my friends call, or my girlfriend. That's okay, too. That's me. You like me anyway. And I like you. You're funny, and you're smart, and you may show up later, but you always show up eventually. " 

"Paper Towns" John Green.