Do not be sorry for your body. It is nothing to apologize or atone for.
Instead of simply labeling it as a natural disaster,
label it as a monsoon that brings powerful, beautiful changes
every season, a blizzard that destroys everything dangerous,
a volcanic eruption so loud it silences sirens.
You are not a hitchhiker heading to the wrong destination,
with an outstretched thumb only leading to mistakes.
Instead, you are a folded map with wonderful secrets
in all your obscure corners, and no one ever apologizes
for finding hidden treasures.
There’s a reason willows weep: they live life with bent backs,
with weak spines and tissue-paper bones.
But yours are still holding strong- no matter how many times
you feel as if your whole body is made of sawdust,
maybe it’s stardust instead.
And the saying about having a heavy heart may be better
than you think- because weight anchors the ship to tidal waters,
keeps it grounded and keeps it safe.
So no matter how far your heart drops or how hard it beats
against your ribcage like a hostage begging to get out,
never apologize for its stops and starts.
Okay, during that fall, we did kinda get to second base with each other. And we’ll always share that but I don’t really know you. So here’s all I’ll say.
There is this girl. We met two years ago and since then, time has been amazing. Not easy, of course, different countries, different continents even. We finally managed to move to New York together and I know the wait is totally worth it. We are not married yet, but I know we will. We don’t have kids yet, but I know we will. It is a strange feeling, but if you know, you know. I know. I know I will be with her forever and it is a great feeling I wish everyone will experience one day. And since yesterday I know one more thing. We knew that our first kid, if it is a girl, will be named Emma. It made my day today and it excites me to know my kid’s name. It’s like that. If you know, you know. I hope you know what I’m talking about.
Summary: One of Lydia’s coping mechanisms is a little different. It’s very subjective. It’s a brittle attempt at comfort, a lot of the times. Of course, that doesn’t stop her from sharing it with Stiles.
**I posted this one on Ao3 instead of Tumblr. Hope you all don’t mind**
This scene totally ended in cuddling for warmth and gentle pain removal and you cannot convince me otherwise.
8 years earlier, I probably would’ve given some embarrassing speech, confessed my love and scared her off. But I didn’t. Because somehow I just knew, this was all gonna work out.