Tara’s “I don’t need a boy to handle my shit” is one of those lines that I just squeal every time it comes up and I want to get it tattooed on me and put it on a shirt and a billboard and sky write it and just have it everywhere.
Wallie and I broke up.
It was a mutual decision because we both decided we were better off as just friends.
I’m okay, honestly. We both knew that we weren’t “forever”, so it all works out in the end and while I’ll miss having him like that, we’re still friends.
He held me and said that he was honored to be able to help heal me after the clusterfuck that was my last relationship and I laughed so hard that I spewed tea everywhere. I’m lucky to have him in my life.
It was the coolest thing I’d ever seen. The relief on Archie’s face, he’d earned that by standing up, by doing the right thing.
They grew up on the outside of society. They weren’t looking for a fight. They were looking to belong.
What will I do if I get stuck here?
Then I’ll make sure you’re okay.
Evannalee and Heath turn six tomorrow. They said they didn’t want a birthday party, that all they wanted to do was to go see their mom in the hospital.
I love my god kids.
"SO HAPPY ITS MY FIRST DAY I HOPE I DO GREAT"
“Stiles!” His dad’s voice brought him out of his homework zone. He blinked a few times at his dad’s amused smirk and then turned to the alarm clock next to his bed. He’d been doing homework for over an hour and hadn’t even noticed. After a well-deserved stretch, Stiles pulled his headphones out and paused his music.
- Jeanette Winterson, Oranges Are Not The Only Fruit