I wonder if Effie would lie awake at night thinking about what would have happened if she had only moved her hand slightly to the left or right when picking a name
STILES REALIZING WHAT HE DID TO HIS FRIENDS AKA FU CKING KILL ME
Deep in the meadow, under the willow
A bed of grass, a soft green pillow
Lay down your head, and close your sleepy
And when again they open, the sun will rise.
Here it’s safe, here it’s warm
Here the daisies guard you from every harm
Here your dreams are sweet and tomorrow brings them true
Here is the place where I love you.
people with naturally straight hair are the enemy
dimples are the cutest thing ever dont fight me on this