jørgen; 22 years old. norwegian. editor. insomniac. optimist. accepting. dreamer. happy. calm on the outside crazy on the inside. ravenclaw. house tyrell. sansa stark is my queen.
We all make rules for ourselves. It’s these rules that help define who we are. So when we break those rules, we risk losing ourselves and becoming something unknown. Who is Deb now? Who am I? Is this a new beginning? Or the beginning of the end?
Dexter: Sometimes I feel trapped. Debra: By what? Three kids? A wife who adores you? Yesterday, I had Lundy and Anton. And now they’re gone because of me. Dexter: You didn’t do anything wrong. Debra: It doesn’t matter what I do. Or what I choose. I’m what’s wrong. There’s nothing I can do about it. If I’m not hurting myself, I’m hurting everyone around me, and there’s nothing I can do about it. I am.. I am broken. Dexter: No you’re not. I am. Why don’t we go back to the hospital? Debra: Don’t! Don’t! I need to be here, where Lundy died. I can’t do a fucking thing about it!
Debra: It doesn’t matter what I do. Or what I choose. I’m what’s wrong. There’s nothing I can do about it. If I’m not hurting myself, I’m hurting everyone around me, and there’s nothing I can do about it. I am.. I am broken.