RETRIBUTION

Mara Dyer x Noah Shaw

There’s nothing I want. There’s nothing I can’t do. I don’t care about anything. No matter what, I am an imposter. An actor in my own life.

“That is not The Velveteen Rabbit,”

“Welcome back,”

My name is not M A R A  D Y E R, but my lawyer told me I had to choose something.

A pseudonym.

A nom de plume, for all of us studying for the SATs.

I know that having a fake name is strange, but trust me —it’s the most normal thing about my life right now. Even telling you this much probably isn’t smart. But without my big mouth, no one would know that a seventeen-year-old who likes Death Cab for Cutie was responsible for the murders. No one would know that somewhere out there is a B student with a body count. And it’s important that you know, so you’re not next. Rachel’s birthday was the beginning.

another meme i won’t finish — eight female characters:

Books I’ve read in 2015: The Evolution of Mara Dyer by Michelle Hodkin

“Truer words have never been spoken.”

That’s why we should always listen to our momma, mother, mom, mommy, mum, nanay!

Happy Mother’s Day, dyers! 💕