#runswiithwolves

          ( text to: ally. ) allison. ally. ally a.           ( text to: ally. ) i think there’s a unIconr in my bedroom          ( text to: ally. ) i’m not even at homeoh

( text to: ally. ) well, if you must know.( text to: ally. ) nothing.

❝ what an asshole. just say the word and i’ll light a match underneath him .❞

[ TEXT ]; because every burrito must be consumed with a cold beer. you’re not doing it right. 

  “So there’s been nothing abnormal happening here?”

trees have fallen  &  stems snapped in her absence.   every moment was precious and yet she could no longer tell the difference between an hours past and merely a brief instance.   what she wanted to be held no matter  –– -  a girl,  a lover,  a vessel of age  &  grief.   something death could touch.   (  so divine it must be,  becoming one with the soil beneath their feet.   and yet every being she had crossed who would know such a fate found themselves defined by the years they had left,  rather than sapping them for what they were worth.  )   she had no choice.   she had no choice.   this is what she needed to be.   this was all she could be.       ❛  i’ve grown tired trying to believe such things.   you are kind,  to see in me what i can’t for myself.   i’m not quite sure who i am anymore,  let alone what i wish to be.  ❜ 

❝ How many more people have to die in this town before you realize that this is never going to end? And that we need to start thinking about a life outside of Beacon Hills? ❞ 

“Do you wanna build a snowman?”