I Love You Im Glad You Exist Im So Happy You’re Alive

One last kiss

“He can wrestle,” I tell Haymitch. “He came in second in our school competition last year, only after his brother.”

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I hear Peeta’s voice in my head. She has no idea. The effect she can have. Obviously meant to demean me. Right? But a tiny part of me wonders if this was a compliment. That he meant I was appealing in some way. It’s weird, how much he’s noticed me. Like the attention he’s paid to my hunting. And apparently, I have not been as oblivious to him as I imagined, either. The flour. The wrestling. I have kept track of the boy with the bread.

nor doodles 🤎

Parallels ⛈

Lucifer: *enters the hotel*

Alastor: I cast vicious mockery 😈

An animation my sis and I made for fun

Music is Perception Check by Tom Cardy.

I have a deep and complex sadness within me. the complexity comes from the fact I have no idea what causes it

”you’re evil if you don’t rb this” “rb this for good luck!” “idc if this does not fit your blog theme please reblog it” whatever. fireball fifth level, dc 18 dex save

I'm fed up with "maybe later".

Love is...

speaking of their relationship

not romantic not platonic but a secret third thing [what would happen between earth and the moon if the earth stopped spinning as illustrated by xkcd randall munroe]