There’s not much time. If you’re reading this then I’m already gone, and chances are you have no idea who I am. Honestly, just the thought stirs up some kind of ache in me that I’m not creative enough to put into words. That’s more your area. The only way I can even think of describing it, is that it’s a kind of pain that makes me want to lie down and never get back up again. But don’t worry, I know I can’t do that. Because I know if I give up, I’ll never see any of you again. I’ll never see you again. And it’s the thought of you that keeps me going…keeps me hoping. It’s the thought of your face, and the image of your smile, and the reminder of your green eyes that keeps me holding on. So let me explain everything:
My name is Stiles Stilinski.
My dad is the Sheriff of Beacon Hills and I’m begging you not to tell him about any of this. As long as he doesn’t remember, he’s safe and he’s happy. He doesn’t need to lose anyone else he loves. Not again.
Scott McCall has been my best friend for my entire life. He was bitten our sophomore year of high school and Beacon Hills has never been the same since. Scott always puts the needs of others over the needs of himself, even little bastards who can’t be trusted. I need you to remind him that sometimes it’s okay to put yourself first.
Malia Tate is…I don’t really know what she is. She’s my friend, I think. I hope. Funny enough that despite being a coyote for most of her life, she’s the one who taught me what it truly means to be human.
And then there’s you Lydia. I love I’m going to wait to tell you how I feel until we see each other again because we will. Smart and beautiful don’t even begin to describe you. How I feel about you goes so beyond looks and intelligence that I don’t even know how to get you to understand it. I sure don’t. I know you’ll find me, there’s not a doubt in my mind that you’ll come. I want to believe that what we have is impossible to erase. If what you feel for me is even a fraction of what I feel for you, there’s nothing that could ever keep us apart. Any of us. The day after Kira left…I told you that it doesn’t matter where we are or where we’re going. We always find each other. So this isn’t a goodbye, this is a “I’ll see you soon,” because I know I will.
one direction is so much more than a band to me - it’s long distance friendships and excited text messages, shared interests and deeply personal talks, it helped me gain a sense of self and allowed me an escape when things become tough and i’m so so grateful that they were formed 6 years ago !!!
a twenty one pilots concert is the few, the proud, and the emotional. people wear shirts from all eras dating back to regional at best. some are homemade. there are numerous floral kimonos and black-painted necks. you are a friendly, happy version of yourself. compliments fly through the air like paper airplanes. everyone is your friend. you are glad every perfect stranger in the venue is alive. you aren’t afraid. you’re going home.
a twenty one pilots concert is the good old days. it’s watching the blurryface logo flash upon the screen as the room goes dark. slowly, you stare transfixed as the logo widens, turns blue, and becomes the vessel logo before your very eyes. you’re taken back to bittersweet days as old songs play. the pantaloon. forest. march to the sea. memories color your brain. some are pleasant. some are painful. all are welcome.
a twenty one pilots concert is the tear in your heart. everyone has their tear. the song that rips the floodgates open as soon as the first chord starts to play. you pour all of yourself into singing along with tyler, connecting with him. perhaps you scream. perhaps you can’t; you’re too consumed by sobs. you crumple as you contend with a wave emotions at the speed of light. but somehow, you are okay.
a twenty one pilots concert is a whole room of mutant kids. looking over the crowd, everyone has been through something. everyone has that black spot somewhere on their body, invisible to anyone else. we raise our hands in the air, screaming together ‘til we’re hoarse. mob mentality. connection. catharsis.
a twenty one pilots concert is deciding where to die and deciding where to fight. tyler and josh are right there, giving a part of their souls to you. to the person next to you. “is there anybody out there?” tyler screams. you. you’re out there. you won’t let them down. when will you die? not today. and where will you fight? right now. and tomorrow when the sun rises, it’ll be your duty to fight on.
a twenty one pilots concert is staying awake. no way can the dark conquer you when there are so many people next to you. you don’t know them. you don’t have to. you have one thing in common, and that is that you believe in music.
a twenty one pilots concert is saying hello. staying alive. for one night. for the next. for all the people whom you love whom you don’t even know. you’re all in this together. and in that moment—
In this Invisibilia excerpt on NPR’s Morning Edition, we tell the tale of a mellow Washington, D.C., dinner party that was suddenly interrupted by a man with a gun. “Give me your money,” the man said. Or he would start shooting.
The diners tried to persuade him to back off, but the situation was getting increasingly tense. Then a woman named Christina did something simple yet extraordinary. And that changed everything.