#xprincipcssa

“  ——  class began over an hour ago.  which,  pitifully,  marks the fifth time you’ve decided to opt out of a lecture.  i truly hope you’re not looking to ace this course.  “

“Is this... a history quiz written in aquamarine colored pencil?”

PIRI WHAT THE F U C K

“– Course y’ can, sweetie…”

It should be taken as a sign of just how much of a mom she becomes around Melody that it takes her less than three seconds to wake up, pull up the covers for her, and scoot over to a much colder part of the bed to make room.

She’s young and naive and stupid and inexperienced and doesn’t know any better. She’s sick and desperate and needs a distraction. What does she see when she looks at Melody? She sees her own mistakes. She sees her own stupidity. She sees the God-awful immortality-illusion of youth, the feeling she was never allowed because she was sickly and weak and fragile, because she was made of porcelain, made of paper. She sees sparks and embers and lit cigarettes and explosives in the night and these things are dangerous but God in Heaven these things kept her so warm. She sees everything she’s done wrong and everything that could have possibly gone right in some other world, at some other time, in some other place-- she sees regret. She sees it, hears it, smells it, tastes it, feels it. She looks at Melody and she wants to hang herself. She looks at Melody and she sees a beautiful, clever, plucky young woman, a woman who is going to do great things in her lifetime. She sees a woman who deserves better.

platonic touch meme

Number One was not a young man, and so the sudden weight of a teenager on his back, even just momentarily, was cause for concern. Luckily his boss’ daughter was not (always) an unreasonable girl, and she didn’t stay clinging to his back for long-- though once she was on her feet again, her arms still stayed wrapped around him.