“I lied. I’m not out of this relationship. I’m in. I’m so in it’s humiliating because here I am, begging. Okay, here it is. Your choice? It’s simple. Her…or me. And I’m sure she’s really great, but Derek…I love you, in a really, really big, pretend to like your taste in music, let you eat the last piece of cheesecake, hold a radio over my head outside your window, unfortunate way that makes me hate you, love you. So pick me, choose me, love me.”

speakyourheart-:

“Suddenly it was as if the roar of the crowd, the echo of the final buzzers, the cheers of my teammates were all sounding from 1,000 miles away, and what remained in that bizarre, muffled silence was only Peyton. The girl whose art, passion, and beauty had changed my life. In that moment, my triumph was not a state championship, but simple clarity. The realization that we had always been meant for each other and every instinct to the contrary had simply been a denial of the following truth - I was now and would always be in love with Peyton Sawyer.”

Chuck: “That hurt? I wish I could feel it.”

brooke-davis-:

« Well, you tell Daddy that if my medical career hasn’t been killed by my mother or the chief of surgery at New York Hospital, it most certainly won’t be by some Southern xenophobe dressed up like a stick of butter. » Hart of Dixie - Pilot.

Werewolves.