get married already
GABRIELLE: I don’t get it. I’ve seen speeding arrows come right at you, and you just you catch them before they hit you. No—nobody can do that. I mean, even when you don’t see them coming, you do it. Now, I can’t figure this out.
XENA: Stop trying to. It’s not something you can think your way through. It’s your body that has to listen.
They just want to be heard,
and to know that someone cares.
|—||OCC (via psych-facts)|
You’re so filled with grief and anger but there is a part of you - I know it - there is some small part of your soul that knows that this is wrong and that part is still alive and it’s just pushing to get through.
THIS NEEDS TO GO ON RECORD.
*sniffs* she called us Masochistic fucks. I’M SO HAPPY
the price is too high
Except you did, Myka.
H.G. Wells was a woman out of time, made of devious intent and bitter, bitter regret. She was brilliant, but mad — a trait she was always more than a little attracted to. Most brilliant minds are touched, one way or another.
She would have succeeded in her path of destruction. She would have completed her terrible revenge…if not for you.
You, who struck her with your kindness. You, whose brilliance holds none of the madness she had always found so desirable in her lovers. You, with your faith in the nobility of a woman you hardly knew.
You started the process of deconstructing H.G. Wells the moment you met her, and by the time you met at gunpoint in a rocky clearing at Yellowstone, she was already broken. The years of planning that her brilliant and terrible mind had carefully and meticulously refined over a century was wasted.
By the time you uttered those words, in another forest, little remained of H.G. Wells. The woman that had once been was stripped bare, limited, shelved and filed away. And later, trapped inside the Warehouse, with time that had once seemed so endless to her finally ticking away, the last of the woman that had once been was burned away with the contents of the greatest library left on earth.
You destroyed H.G. Wells, Myka, piece by piece.
I am left as only Helena, the woman that loves you for it.
But the world was unkind.