*whispers* just because i like a character does not mean that i approve of their actions
You are in love with intelligence, until it frightens you. Your ideas are terrifying and your hearts are faint. Your acts of pity and cruelty are absurd, committed with no calm, as if they were irresistible. Finally, you fear blood more and more. Blood and time.
Hmm my grandfather “can’t remember” where he was on the night of September 7th 1996, the night tupac was shot. I’m kind of suspicious tbh
|Men:||Not ALL men.|
|Men to their daughters:||Yes, all men. Every single one of them.|
Maybe we should all be running from Beacon hills,
r u n n i n g f o r o u r l i v e s.
The look! For seasons now, we’ve been talking about ‘the look’. (…) By that look (the audience) know you loved Ian even from day one.