Lydia died that terrible night at Oak Creek, not Allison. Everyone is taking it hard, blaming themselves. Scott can’t sleep, the guilt of another friend—another sister—who he couldn’t save, never letting him close his eyes for more than a blink. Allison’s become withdrawn, hardly talking, not even to the boys. Her mind never straying from that night, never giving her peace. And Stiles has nightmares…terrible nightmares, where he saves her, but then he wakes and remembers the horrible truth, and he screams her name again.
"But I want you to know I did save you. Not when it counted, of course, but, after that. Every night after that. I’d see it all again…I do something different. Faster or more clever, you know? Dozens of times, lots of different ways…Every night I save you."
Hi, My name is Junie B. Jones. The B. stands for Beatrice, except I don’t like Beatrice. I just like B. and that’s all.
“It’s weird how something so simple represents so much.”
Holland Roden: a summary.
"like most british actors, i’d love to be in a bond film, but I want to be the one who finally kills bond, and doesn’t sleep with him.”
accidentally bumps into someone
"you don’t have to keep apologizing"
Been waiting for this aaaallll year.