blows my mind that women are considered shrill and whiny when all i have to do is insinuate that male feelings are not my #1 priority at all times and every indignant male in a 500 mile radius comes out of the woodwork to let me know how they feel
I feel like this could save lives
The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins
that basic ass troye boy cannot even sing very well please stop calling him or even COMPARING him to the goddess/ethereal being that is beyoncé
"All I do is go around trying to forget the arena and you’ve brought it back to life. How do you remember these things so exactly?"
“I see them every night,” he says.
I know what he means. Nightmares.
We all became such fragile, broken things.
If a dead ancestor doesn’t appear in the sky to stop me, it can’t be that bad of a decision