colour palettes : teen wolf season 3; episode 13 “Anchors”
"Be your own anchor."
on a scale of fake pockets to nachos how good is your idea
You are the blood of the dragon. Dragons plant no trees. Remember that. Remember who you are, what you were made to be. Remember your words.
“Anything, anything would be better than this agony of mind, this creeping pain that gnaws and fumbles and caresses one and never hurts quite enough.”
— Jean-Paul Sartre, No Exit
Gale says I never smile except in the woods. // And if we burn, you burn with us!
'Always.' In the twilight of morphling, Peeta whispers the word and I go searching for him. It’s a gauzy, violet-tinted world, with no hard edges, and many places to hide. I push through cloud banks, follow faint tracks, catch the scent of cinnamon, of dill. Once I feel his hand on my cheek and try to trap it, but it dissolves like mist through my fingers.