I’m not… fearless. I’m terrified. I’m always terrified. I act like I know what I’m doing, but I don’t. I don’t know if Isaac is dying right now. I don’t know if I made a mistake with Scott. I don’t know what my dad is thinking. I don’t know if we should trust Derek. I don’t know… I don’t know anything.
make me choose: anonymous asked me stiles stilinski or
"I am 147 pounds of pale skin and fragile bone, okay? Sarcasm is my only defense.”
What kind of girl are you? Tougher than that.