she felt so numb and dreamy. my skin has turned to porcelain, to ivory, to steel. her hands moved stiffly, awkwardly, as if they had never let down her hair before.

teen wolf + white, requested by ocrien

“now this is the law of the jungle—as old and as true as the sky;
and the wolf that shall keep it may prosper, but the wolf that shall break it must die.
as the creeper that girdles the tree-trunk, the law runneth forward and back;
for the strength of the pack is the wolf, and the strength of the wolf is the pack.”

i’m not a hero