Me when I go running

me to myself while panting in the fetal position on the sidewalk: ...what do we say to the god of death?
me *in badass moment of glory pumping my fist in the air*: NOT TODAY!!!

No one just starts giggling and wearing black and signs up to become a villainous monster. How the hell do you think it happens? It happens to people. Just people. They make questionable choices, for what might be very good reasons. They make choice after choice, and none of them is slaughtering roomfuls of saints, or murdering hundreds of baby seals, or rubber-room irrational. But it adds up. And then one day they look around and realized that they’re so far over the line that they can’t remember where it was.

Harry Dresden, “Cold Days” (via electricsambasaur)

(via springdhole)