You Just Know That When Katniss Publishes Her Book Peeta Has A Stack On The Bakery Counter That He Pushes

“patrick fucks you like this, patrick fucks you like that” what if i don’t want to fuck patrick? what if i want to hold patrick and tell him everything is going to be okay?

Hey you've read A Little Life right

Could you please let me know in which part abd chaoter this line is from

"I weep because you cannot save people. You can only love them"

I CANNOT FOR THE LIFE OF ME FIND IT.

Also hi :D

hiii:3

so actually I didn’t find the quote in A Little Life, it turns out it’s from a different book by Anaïs Nin called Nearer the Moon: From "A Journal of Love"

The full quote is quite lovely!!

if finnick odair was a mitski song he’d definitely be last words of a shooting star, just because of that last verse and the title of the song. he *was* the capitol’s golden boy, their shooting star

i love assigning songs to my favorite characters

sejanus plinth they could never make me hate you

you guys don’t get him like I do

art calling patrick “firecracker” and patrick calling art “ice cube” send tweet

just checked my airbuds stats and I listened to sailor song 124 times in one day.

I don’t even know how that’s possible.

sigh

old post but it still hits

I presume that sejanus' body was left in district 12, I assume he never got his last rites. Maybe he was stuck there, underground in an unmarked grave until the bombs fell over the district. When for the first time in 65 long lonely years his bones were uncovered and he got to feel the sun shine over his weary remains. His own legacy waking him up to watch the snow fall, the districts rising up, the rebellion that he hoped to see. The mockingjay singing the end of the hunger games. Rather than the jabberjays that haunted him. What he had hoped for, for so long, finally coming to fruition.

But he still doesn't get his last rites.

His name is still lost to time like Lucy Grey's.

He never got to see his own district again.

The capitol fell, his "friend" fell.

He got what he wanted but it was too late for him, for Marcus, for so many others.

Sejanus Plinth is his own quiet tragedy, not 2 decades of life, being an outsider, trying to help. All for nothing, his death is near inconsequential.

A bitter tale of all those we lose to time that never see what they were fighting for. Wrong place or wrong time?

Left in 12, finally at rest in the districts.

R.I.P Henry Winter you would've loved apple products and how they successfully led to the exponential increase in mindless consumerism

RIP Malcolm Irvine you would’ve loved Minecraft