Remus Arthur Potter, you were named after two men who looked out for my safety and cared about my well-being out of altruism and decency rather than because I was a tool for them to use or because I was someone’s son.
Percy:You know, Annabeth, I really don't like your name...
Annabeth:Uh, excuse me?
Percy:Your name. Particularly your last name. It sucks.
Annabeth:*angry* What's wrong with my last name?
Percy:I don't know... it just doesn't suit you. You should change it.
Annabeth:Change it?! To what?!
Percy:Jackson. *walks away*
Annabeth:Did you just
Annabeth:DID YOU JUST PROPOSE TO ME
Annabeth:DON'T YOU WALK AWAY.
Annabeth:ARE YOU SMIRKING?
Annabeth:COME BACK HERE YOU LITTLE SHIT.
If you look at the fact that you have a roof over your head, food to eat, that you are young and beautiful and live in a peaceful land, then no, you have nothing to be sad about. But the fact is, we are not only a physical body, we have souls too, and sometimes our souls get sick. If you break a leg you don’t just say ‘I have no reason to have a broken leg’ and ignore it; you seek help. It’s the same when your soul gets hurt. Don’t apologize for being sad.
My doctor when I told her I had no reason to be sad (via aurelle)