The Hunger Games:
Dedicates half a chapter to legs shaving, kills Finnick in half a sentence.
Isn’t that how life is, though? We can waste countless minutes stressing and focusing our attention on meaningless things while in an infinitesimal fraction of that time a life can be taken.
Whoa girl. Too deep for me.
I struggle to breathe. There are at least two hands on my arms, dragging me forward, and one on my back, shoving me in the same direction, and one on my mouth, keeping my screams in. Three people. My chest hurts. I can’t resist three people on my own.
#Just a normal day in Spencer land
how to be brave?
how can i love when i’m afraid to fall
but watching you stand alone
all my doubt suddenly goes away somehow
what if in CoHF the gang go to a strange shapeshifting warlock for help and jace tries to charm her and magnus is just like “would you talk to your great great great grandmother with that mouth… because you kinda are rn”