Don’t you think I know who you are?
My  f l e s h  and  b l o o d.

Walking up the hill tonight, I’m sorry that you have to see the strength inside me burning. But where are you my angel now? Don’t you see me crying? I know that you can do it all, but you can’t say I’m not trying. I’m on my knees in front of him, but he doesn’t seem to see me. With all the troubles on his mind, he is looking right through me. And I’m letting myself down, by satisfying you. And I wish that you could see, I have my troubles, too.

I’m sitting here weeping while the hours pass so slow. I know that in the morning I have to let you go. In these past days, someone I don’t recognize. This isn’t all my fault. When will you realise? Looking at you leaving, I’m looking for a sign. (x)

On comparing himself to Stiles: “[Unlike Stiles], I am actually innately shy and I am not as quick as he is to be confident in what he has to face. [But we’re similiar in the] way he feels about his friends and how he is loyal to them…and [how he] would do anything for them.” - Dylan for Fashionisto’s Issue 10 

If you have a sister and she dies, do you stop saying you have one?

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1.01 and 3.03

They're teen royalty. If North Shore was Us Weekly, they would always be on the cover.”

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