I actually have a never before seen Trolls ship that is going to blow your guys’ fucking minds like just you fucking wait this shit is gonna be an actual game changer it’s so over
If I ever get dementia, tell my kids to play me that one scene of Emily giving the unsub what he wants which is mommy so I can watch it for the first time again and I’ll be okay
GUYS MY FAV PERSON IN THE WORLD EVER @istyrrstars DREW ME AND URAUME IM RIPPING THE SKIN OFF MY FACE RN OMGGKGOJV&:@(&4839@/8-&. (its now my pfp and it’s never leaving btw.)
hey, it’s nothing it’s just… To this day, I can never shake the connection between this boy, Peeta Mellark, and the bread that gave me hope, and the dandelion that reminded me that I was not doomed. “No, don’t let go of me.” “She has no idea. The effect she can have.” “Well, there is this one girl. I’ve had a crush on her ever since I can remember. But I’m pretty sure she didn’t know I was alive until the reaping.” “Because . . . because . . . she came here with me.” All of a sudden, I’m overwhelmed by the thought that Peeta may be already lost. And suddenly, I’m not thinking of Gale but of Peeta. Before I can stop myself, I call out Peeta’s name. “Remember, we’re madly in love, so it’s all right to kiss me anytime you feel like it.” Impulsively, I lean forward and kiss him, stopping his words. Then he smiles as if he’d be happy to lie there gazing at me forever. “I woke up and you were gone,” he says. “I was worried about you.” Unlike the staged kisses and caresses so far, this gesture seems natural and comforting. I don’t want him to stop and he doesn’t. He’s still stroking my hair when I fall asleep. “No,” he says. “You’re not risking your life for me.” “Why? You know why,” Peeta says. “Don’t die for me. You won’t be doing me any favors. All right?” It’s him. I do not want to lose the boy with the bread. This is the first kiss that makes me want another. No one has held me like this in such a long time. “And right when your song ended, I knew — just like your mother — I was a goner.” For a moment, I’m almost foolishly happy. “I remember everything about you,” says Peeta, tucking a loose strand of hair behind my ear. “You’re the one who wasn’t paying attention.” “No, I noticed just about every girl, but none of them made a lasting impression but you,” he says. “What do I care? I’ve got you to protect me now.” Because I’m so grateful that he’s still here, not dead by the stream as I’d thought. “You know I can’t,” Peeta says. And he goes on about how he loves me, what life would be without me. And now I know. It’s because you have no choice. I take about three steps and fling myself into his arms. and even while he lay in that mud bank, whispered my name in his sleep. I turn in to him. “Put you somewhere you can’t get hurt.” “I don’t know, I just . . . couldn’t bear the thought of . . . being without him.” “Then how much? No, forget that. I guess the real question is what’s going to be left when we get home?” he says. I also want to tell him how much I already miss him. But that wouldn’t be fair on my part. Already the boy with the bread is slipping away from me.
guys I know it’s lost relevance (?) but I finally watched the slenderverse documentary (you don’t get to know the reason for the delay, fuck you) and wishing the goddamn INTRODUCTION I had a meltdown.
This is why I have no friends. besides the fact I use Tumblr