every girl attending beacon hills high school when stiles comes back for his junior year:
You’re going to South America, Mr. Fredricksen? You know, most people take a plane, but you’re smart because you’ll have all your TV and clocks and stuff.
i hate when you voluntarily tell your parents some information about your life because you think you can trust them and then they bitch at you for it like congrats you have guaranteed that i will never tell you anything ever again
Naomi: It all means so much to you, doesn’t it?
Cook: What?
Naomi: Life. You just live a bit harder than everybody else does. You splash about. You wallow in it. Like you can’t lose a moment.
