Beatrice was a girl I saw in stolen moments at the mirror, who kept quiet at the dinner table. This is someone whose eyes claim mine and don’t release me; this is Tris.
(Source: bearticeprior, via cobie-smulders)
My dad just said: at your age you’ll probably wanna try a lot of things. Boys, girls, being a girl, being a boy, being punk or goth or spunky. And im okay with that. As long as you don’t come home and tell me youre a republican
parents who care
"I just want to pour my soul out on someone and not have to worry about the mess I’ve made."
"I just want to bring joy to people’s lives, because life is really too fucking hard sometimes."