no thoughts only sceo and thinking about how they both had asthma and how scott comforted theo about making it through an asthma attack and telling him it would all be ok bye
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@selfishintent
no thoughts only sceo and thinking about how they both had asthma and how scott comforted theo about making it through an asthma attack and telling him it would all be ok bye
i should never have stepped foot back on this blog and look at me now
Would ‘sorry’ have made any difference? Does it ever? It’s just a word. One word against a thousand actions.
Sarah Ockler, Bittersweet
lydia.
❛ it has nothing to do with trust. ❜ always so quick to insinuate a tainted loyalty, as if he had placed her on the softest of grounds. ( as if he had never given her reason to find a weary tongue. ) posture remains unguarded, gaze falling from his to mindlessly organize the various texts about her end table. ❛ i’m in no mood for arguing. ❜
❛ what are you in the mood for ? ❜ wickedly drastic mood swings and unpredictability in attitude allows a run for her money. to suggest his only intention was to behave in an argumentative manner soils a forked tongue, serpent in nature, instinctively less capable of kindness. almost petulant lips fall prey to glass orbs, rigid in body, wretched in mind.
mangotrash:
me: i won’t get jealous me: who…that… :+)… .…
lydia.
venom laces his tongue. she knows better than to get too close, knows even the slightest flit of features would only taunt his anger further. triggered-heart of a boy, bared teeth don’t belong here. pink lips press together, tire aching at her bones as she draws a quiet breath ––– ❛ it would’ve done more harm than good, theo. ❜
abruptly he halts by choice, echo of a lavender-soaked voice dripping along a sweat-coated shell of ear, mouth dipping in settled lines amongst a twinge of lip shaken by wretched inhales. underestimation or something in between ––– he can’t tell. stupidity isn’t present here. guesses won’t go far ––– .
❛ you don’t trust me. do you lydia ? ❜
lydia.
❛ you knew. you knew this whole time and you weren’t gonna tell me. ❜
i don’t understand how one can run a 103/104 degree fever for five consecutive days in a row but alas
josh-diaz:
I can feel it.
vanessayves:
Third Eye // Florence +The Machine
shayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy's bday
yes in my elder years it is time for me to buy an electric scooter
The dread doctors wanted e v e r y b o d y dead
kat.
❝ i’ve never really been very good with grasping that concept. ❞
stubborn, selfish and determined; katherine TENDS to get what she wants when she tries. she was a PRINCESS, after all – they get special treatment. but she knows better than to push theo’s buttons ( not that it stops her ). she stands her ground; back straight, arms hanging at her side as she stares back at him – the fear shines in her eyes, though. gives her away. after a moment she clears her throat, gaze falling to the ground as she feels her courage fail. ❝ i’m SORRY; i just wanted to go out. i wouldn’t be gone long && you said you didn’t want to go out so I just – it won’t be for long. I just wanted to go shopping. ❞
broad lengths of shoulders find themselves suddenly SQUARED in one effortless motion, and in all reality, the possibility of theo throwing kat through a wall is somewhat PEAKING — and if it does, he’ll blame a momentary loss of muscular coordination. aka? HE'LL LIE. because that’s what liars do. mentally, there is a finite limit in most, if not ALL human beings which can only withstand a naturally programmed level of prodding and stress before the taunts and the prodding OUTWEIGH the praises. reference once more the previous statement, and you will find the suggestion outlined to state likely losses of cohesion in functioning was advertised in application to MOST PEOPLE. theo isn’t most people. he’s an ANIMAL. ❛ i don’t want this to sound like a threat. think of it more as a WARNING —. you listen to what i say. because that’s what you’re here to do. and if you don’t? well. we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it. ❜ a cock of head followed in rapid suit by a SMILE.
❛ and you LEAVE when i SAY you leave. ❜
❛ THAT’S how you plan to save your friends ? by smashing your HEAD into the bleachers ? ❜ sarcasm is a strong suit in theo, REDUNDANT as the words may be. whimpering as the voice of the VICTIM is another virtue specific to his nature, such as the words falling now from not quite smirking lips. ❛ because MY pack is counting on me. i can’t be picking up the pieces of YOURS because you made a mistake, you know, stiles. ❜
❛ I'M JUST A REALIST. I'M A SURVIVOR. ❜