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You have to be out of your MIND!! OMG, Ala! I love you and I look at your blog sometimes too xD (whoops) 

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Give ♥ this ♥ to the ♥ twelve♥ nicest ♥ people ♥ you ♥ know ♥ if ♥ you ♥ get ♥ five ♥ back ♥ you ♥ must ♥ be ♥ perfect ♥

Adjahsgdf Ala! You sweetheart! You are too nice with me hehe :)

Let me love you :)

[fulleclipseofthemind]

Stuck in my Head

There was a tight pull on Stiles' chest; the tug of strings as needles punctured holes into his heart. He could feel the muscle- the organ- being strung up like a man at slatter; a tight rigid sensation that made him feel as if he moved his heart would be torn to pieces.

That had been what woke him, but it felt as if he had never fallen asleep to begin with. It all felt familiar, and it was making him sweat. The cool liquid pooling on the back of his neck as he raised his head from the pillow and looked around his darkened room. Everything was covered in shadow, and it was almost unnaturally so as he say random objects in his room filled with darkness as if the world had not quite thought out it's full form.  The door to his room was open a crack and it led into the shadows of the hall, nothing to be seen beyond the frame and Stiles wondered to himself why this was so familiar. It wasn't simply because he lived here, or that this had been his room since he was 5 years old. No, there was a feeling that was familiar-- a dred and a subtle fear that had no place being here while he sat in his own bed.  "This isn't right.." the brunet mumbled to himself, his hand gripping the comforter and hearing it echo and crinkle through the silent room. He felt hot with panic, but his body remained still in the catch of this terror. It was so familiar. It was just on the tip of his tongue... why did he know this feeling all too well and why did he fear it so?