latino? more like latiyes. end racism now
i don’t like talking with people about emotional stuff because then they learn things about me and get to know me and can defeat me
people are fine calling other people “they/their” when they don’t know their gender but when someone says they WANT those pronouns suddenly it’s too hard
hey there’s a difference between finding someone attractive and being attracted to them in case u didn’t fucking know
I have an idea son, why don’t we drive to the nearest cliff and see if the law of gravity applies to you.
really liking someone kinda sucks because you’re either really happy or really sad
When I hear the screams of the crowd, I think it’s because I must look stunning. Then I notice something is rising up around me. Smoke. From fire. Not the flickery stuff I wore last year in the chariot, but something much more real that devours my dress. I begin to panic as the smoke thickens. Charred bits of black silk swirl in the air, and pearls clatter to the stage. Somehow I’m not afraid to stop because my flesh doesn’t seem to be burning and I know Cinna must be behind whatever is happening. So I keep spinning and spinning. For a split second I’m gasping, completely engulfed in the strange flames. Then all at once, the fire is gone. I slowly come to a stop, wondering if I’m naked and why Cinna has arranged to burn away my wedding dress. But I’m not naked. I’m in a dress of the exact same design of my wedding dress, only it’s the color of coal and made of tiny feathers. Wonderingly, I lift my long, flowing sleeves into the air, and that’s when I see myself on the television screen. Clothed in black except for the white patches on my sleeves. Or should I say my wings. Because Cinna has turned me into a mockingjay.
it’s scary how many people think they want to die when really they want to start living
this is so accurate im crying