do you ever wanna talk about a thing but you know you already talk about it too much and your friends are sick of hearing about it so instead you just hold it all inside you and constantly feel like you’re gonna burst?
My sexual orientation is straight
to the computer when I wake up
On a scale of cuddles to rough sex i need everything on the fucking scale.
“you shouldn’t be walking alone at this time of night”
people shouldn’t fucking attack other people at any time of day
no idea if this paper is GOOD but its DONE
An anthology of short stories by college students
I either have a fiercely strong opinion or I don’t give a fuck at all
*emotionally invests self in a fictional world that will last for almost another decade*
Gale knows I chose him over Peeta when I didn’t make a run for it… But since I don’t plan on making it back alive a second time, the sooner Gale lets me go, the better. I do plan on saying one or two things to him after the reaping, when we’re allowed an hour for good-byes. To let Gale know how essential he’s been to me all these years. How much better my life has been for knowing him. For loving him, even if it’s only in the limited way that I can manage.
But I never get the chance.