god blind me for all i have seen
forgive me my faults and accept my doubts
that i might look upon the corrupted
and choose the hope and plea of restoration
god blind me for all i have said
for words ill-formed and careless thought alike
that i might bring divinity from mundane
and share my love of doubt with all the world
god blind me for all i have borne
for watching as the world comes to its end
that i might seek the wisp of endless hope
and avert calamity with mine own hands
god blind me for all i have done
for taking half lived moments of a full life
that i might live free as my own being
and choose beyond the will of my creators
"ive never seen two pretty best friends" mfs when they see them changing my shoko design every time i draw her fr....but i like this one i think im gonna stick w/ it
'we killed our children' cr: @aerysyk
the edit itself
this edit is getting taken down from tiktok every time someone reuploads it, its straight up censorship at this point
Im not even american but im having a great time with this
DONT LET THIS DIE
credit to miraculousgastropod for the original
Pray for my mothers they're really going through it
kind of jealous of swifties. wish i could be satisfied with so little
Comparing Haymitch and Katniss' narrative styles is so funny to me because he's a yapper and she's a gatekeeper. He drops more lore on D12 in the first two chapters of SOTR than she does in the entire trilogy.
Haymitch is like "Yeah, so this person is related to this person who's related to this person and things are this way because of this and this thing actually came from here and this person is actually my best friend and also here's this extra tidbit of random info cause all my lore dropping comes with it's own additional bonus content and all my unnecessary commentary."
And Katniss is over here like "Tf do I care for if y'all know all the lore of District 12? I'm talking about my beautiful husband's beautiful eyelashes."
Thinking about the Bad Parents this episode because like, imagine your child, who's constantly burdened with the fate of the world, comes to you after school and says it's not enough. That they have to take the Last Stand exam and it's tomorrow. You have no time to take time off work to be with them, to be able to wait for them when they get home.
And then the next day you say goodbye in the morning, you kiss them on the head and tell them you love them. But you know that the next time you see them they will have died. You know that all the day you're at work, your child is fighting for their life in a drastic last stand. How do you focus with that knowledge? How do you move on, wondering if your child is already dead? That while your working or doing chores, your child could be lying on a sandy flood, dead, while all their friends fight for their lives?
How do you move past it? How do you live out that day?