cassiesullivan:

Stiles is real. I know it.

cassiesullivan:

I will not fall prey to society’s desire to turn girls into emotionally insecure neurotics who pull up their dresses at the first flattering remark.

lydvasmartin:

“It’s called a Wild Hunt. It’s a myth only, apparently, it’s real. Like every other myth in this town, it should just really remain a nightmare.”

persrephone:

moodboards: Lydia Martin

I don’t want compliments. I will not fall prey to society’s desire to turn girls into emotionally insecure neurotics who pull up their dresses at the first flattering remark.

julliettewarner:

Life can’t ever be all bad or all good. You know, eventually things have to come back to the middle.

tragedysins:

someone that has a strong connection to you, a kind of emotional tether.

perksofbeingafanboy:

You’ll forget me. I won’t. I won’t. I won’t. You will. Try to find some way to remember me. Okay? Remember how you the first girl I ever danced with? Or how I had a crush on you freshman year? Sophomore year. Senior year? Or how you saved my life? You saved my life too.

velmadinklev:

               It’s called the Wild Hunt. It’s a myth. Only, apparently it’s real. Like every other myth in this town that should just really remain a nightmare. […] They take people, okay? They run around collecting souls. And once they take you, you’re gone. But it’s not just you, it’s everything about you.