It wasn’t supposed to be like this.
I was never meant to unzip my
veins in attempts to bleed out
all of my sorrows.
I was never supposed to
spend all of my days
counting down to my last.
My chest wasn’t meant
to feel like it would implode
at any given moment.
My hands weren’t supposed to
constantly shake, and my voice
wasn’t meant to quiver as
I struggle to speak.
Perhaps, it was inevitable;
perhaps, I was just kidding myself,
thinking it could have ever turned out
people wHO SmiLE AT YO U WHEN U MAKE EYE CONTACT WI HT THEM ARE MY FAVORITE KIND OF PEOPLE
Look how happy all the grass Pokémon are
never stop dancing lil’ buddies
my favourite insults are the ones where you just take a noun and a swear and mash them together. what’s up pisscouch? how you doin’ fucktrain. hope you’re havin’ a swell day, asslamp
Okay so this is a map of Panem..
Throughout all the books in my head it was just like this