"The rest of the world doesn’t realize you have this right, and they will act offended and appalled when you exercise it, but it is yours.”
scott mccall, seventeen years old and taking a town onto his shoulders with strength he doesn’t feel he knows how to use. scott mccall standing up, saying i’m going to save everyone.
scott mccall who feels every death like a punch in his gut. scott mccall who doesn’t want that to happen to anyone else—friends, stranger, pack, enemy. he’ll bend over backward to keep everyone alive.
and wouldn’t it be easier, if he’d just sat back? wouldn’t it be easier if he never got himself embroiled in all this, when deaths started happening, bodies started turning up, he just sat back, focused on his schoolwork and let someone else handle it? but he can’t. he can’t.
so he fights, so he tries, so he gets back up
because he can’t let anyone else get hurt. this is his town. his home. his responsibility. his duty.
You gave super powers to a walking time bomb.
girls who were bullied most of their life and gain confidence at one point should be feared most because they dont take anyone’s shit no longer and they will destroy you if you think otherwise
i wish there was a non-assholeish way to say “our friendship has run it’s course, you make me uncomfortable with your feelings and a lot of shit you do pisses me off bye”