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* @curethatcss​ sent “ if i think about it, i get angry. and i don’t know where that anger stops. so i’d rather not start at all. ” from matt murdock

sometimes karen wondered about how he could remain as impartial and keep his own feelings out of the courtroom. she wondered how someone could compartmentalize like that. she didn’t want to push him. she respected him enough not to poke and prod until she got to the bottom of what was eating him. she couldn’t help but be frustrated. how could she possibly be there for him if he wouldn’t let her? 

                                        ❛   there   will   be   plenty   more   before   this   is   over .   ❜

“We have a choice to build or destroy; to fight or to come together.” Rebekah looked over at her brother, of course Nik was going to say that she was entirely too sentimental or emotional, but she meant this. “Love is a bridge and trust is a gift, we give it and it gets better.” It was about time her brother trusted someone, and it not her, then someone. / @curethatcss​​ 🎁​(Klaus) - Lead the Way by Jhené Aiko

@curethatcss​ asked: ’ i don’t know when you got taller. ’ ( prob a high rue to ashtray xD )

❛❛   yeah,  well,  my  most  sincere  ditto  to  whoever  wrote  that  —   the  first  fight  we  ever  walk  out  on  eachother  on  in  years  of  friendship  and  next  thing  i  know  i’m  visiting  you  in  a  hospital  bed.   ❜❜   her  words  might  be  coated  in  her  trademark,  undying  keeping-it-light  habits,   but  there’s  a  solemn  gravity  to  them:   these  past  few  days  had  been  hell,   and  they’d  only  be  made  worse  by  the  way  they  left  things  after  haley  saw  peyton  and  lucas  together.   she  felt  incredibly  ashamed,   like  she  didn’t  have  a  right  to  ask  about  how  he  was  doing  after  the  accident,   least  of  all  go  talk  to  him.   that  kind  of  went  against  the  if  you  see  me,   don’t  talk  to  me  heated  request  she’d  yelled  at  him  the  last  time  he  was  standing  upright    —   and  an  apology  didn’t  mean  anything  if  he  wasn’t  awake  to  hear  it.   thankfully,   he  was  now.    ❛❛   i’m  sorry  about  what  i  said  to  you  before  the  accident,   luke   (  @curethatcss​  ),   i  shouldn’t  have  freaked  out  on  you  like  that.   as  much  as  i  don’t  agree  with  some  of  the  decisions  you’ve  been  making,  you’re  still  my  best  friend,   and  you  deserved  something  better  from  me  than  that.   ❜❜

Lucas pressed his forehead gently against Haley’s, wishing he had never had to tell her about his heart condition. He knew it was selfish, but people like her and his mother - he knew all they would do is worry. Especially now that he was considering going off his medication. “I promise you Hales…I know my limits,” he told her. He had made it this long not even knowing he had a heart condition, did he really have to change his life while still in high school just because some lab results said he did. “It’s just for the game Haley. What’s a few hours every few days going to do?”

The student union at Pennbrook didn’t have the best coffee in the world, but she felt like it would do today. Having finally finished her sketches for a big project later, she just wanted to indulge with some caffeine and a bagel. It was when she was going to make the line that he caught her eye. She’d seen him around before, but they never ran around the same circles. He did however, always have that notebook with him. Intrigued, she dropped her portfolio at the side of the sofa, and sat down next to him.  “You know, if you stare at that notebook any longer, it’s gonna start to write itself.”

All Jack wanted was to be a better part of his little brother’s life. Help ease some of the pressure Shawn had on his shoulders. But trying to break down the walls this kid had was extremely hard. Harder than he thought it would be. At least now they were friendly. But even so, he knew he could offer him a lot more if he would just let him in. 

Watching Shawn’s frustration with some papers, he took a sip of coffee contemplating his angle. Walking slowly over to him, he leaned over the sofa. He figured offering his help right away, but thought better of it. He’d likely just shut him down immediately and he wouldn’t even know what was going on. Thus, he opted for a nonchalant question, with no offer. 

“Whaddya got there?”