don’t tell me even a tiny, remote, isolated and abandoned part of peter hale’s humanity is not concerned and worried about his nephew. do not.
'Welcome to New York' by taylorswift will be available on @itunesmusic Monday night at around 11:59pm EST
❝Two years gives you enough time to grow, and to change, and to change your priorities, change where you live, change your hair, change what you believe in, change who you hang out with, what’s influencing you, what’s inspiring you. And in the process of all of those changes that happened in the last two years, my music changed.❞
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 Allison’s become withdrawn, hardly talking, not even to the boys.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."