Tracy Wolff

I mean, who needs LSD when you go to Monster High?

I mean, who needs LSD when you go to Monster High?

fact, the only thing I have been able to count on these past few weeks is that no matter how bad things are, they can always get worse…

“The key isn’t to try to live life regret-free. It’s to always try to make the best decision you can in that moment, because the regret’s going to come whether you like it or not. But if you tried your best, well, that’s the most anyone can ask of you.”

Sometimes there are no right and wrong answers in life. Sometimes you have a sucky hand and you do the best you can with what you’ve got and pray it all works out—and that you don’t hurt anyone along the way.

But I’ve barely taken a step before Hudson’s hand snakes out and he pulls me back down—this time on top of him.
“Stay,” he murmurs, wrapping his arms around my waist as he snuggles his face into my neck.

Hudson is mine. He was born to be mine, and I was born to be his.

That I love him so much that I’m terrified this world—this harsh, dangerous, beautiful world—won’t let me keep him.

This boy is my everything, and he deserves for the world to see I am so damn proud to be lucky enough to be his mate

You’re my mate, and I want to always be there for you, so I researched ways to help ease panic attacks.