embrace the probability of your imminent death, & know in your heart that there’s nothing I can do to save you.
Happy Hunger Games! And may the odds be ever in your favor.
#this is a scene when they’re canon as fuck #been dating for a year or two #adn lydia is distraught and stiles stands from the bed where they were sleeping not long ago and he mutters under his breath #hey lydia it’s okay. come here #and he pulls her in gently and kisses her hair before pressing his cheek against the top of her head and she drowns in him and buries her face into his shirt #and they end up sliding to the floor holding each other and she is across his lap with her fingers holding tightly onto his shirt hem and he #and he hums into her ear gently to make all the other voices go away and ever so often kisses her temple and fuck #bye (via osbrien)
“I wish she was dead,” he says. “I wish they were all dead and we were, too. It would be best.”
“You’re a painter. You’re a baker. You like to sleep with the windows open. You never take sugar in your tea. And you always double-knot your shoelaces.”
The internet to me is kind of like a black hole, and I never really go on it.
it’s okay to want something for yourself once in a while… you’re still only human
I’m not saying it wouldn’t be hard. But there are other people who’d make your life worth living.