“If you could give one piece of advice to a large group of people, what would it be?”
“Be kind and thoughtful.”
“What’s your greatest struggle right now?”
“Being kind and thoughtful. Because I’ve got some friends that are driving me freaking nuts.”
‘Make It Mine’ by Jason Mraz
Leap, and the net will appear.
Me, anytime I have to pee during a party.
Ms. McCall pulls back the sheet to reveal random Heather. Stiles gets all teary and remembers how they almost had the sexes with each other, remembers her saying “virgin” about eleven times. Then he looks at the dead lifeguard and his “purity ring.” Then he looks back at Heather. Lifeguard. Heather. Lifeguard. Heather. Ms. McCall goes, “Is something wrong, teenage boy that I invited to the morgue to stare at gruesome corpses?” And Stiles goes, “This seems … familiar. Like I’ve read it somewhere before. Like. I just. Oh my God, someone is sacrificing virgins! I must make werewolf love with Derek to stay alive!” Ms. McCall is like, “Wait, what? Why Derek?” And Stiles says, “The Fuck or Die Dilemma always ends with me and Derek doing it so I can live! I think it’s written on the Sands of Time or A03 or something like that!
I wrote a poem about it, and then threw it away, because that’s the last thing I need right now: More words dedicated to people who will never dedicate a single thing to me.
“I want to be in love. I want to get it over with so that I can move along to all of the other parts of life that seem so easy to achieve when someone at home cares about you. I want that feeling of imperviousness, of security, of having that major thing checked off the list so I can attend to everything else. And for me, it will necessarily come in the form of a
boyfriend. Someone who is bound to me by nothing other than his own desire to see me in the sunlight every morning. In my (sometimes messy) bed.”
right in the feels.