Need to be taken apart and reassembled like a broken watch . Not in a sex way I just think they should put my joints together right this time

Collecting books is great until you have to move all of them at once and realize that every one of the little bastards weighs about as much as a brick and collectively have the mass of a neutron star

Absolutely love how emotionally aware my child is for a 4 and a half year old do not however love stubbing my toe on the island for the 100th time today and hearing "hey mama it's okay to cry! It's not okay to throw a fit though, and we hafta re-...we have to reconitize the difference"

do u ever see someone in your notifs and think wow! i was sure you'd unfollowed me by now

i’m so glad goncharov happened pre ai slop era

#weird way to describe 1973 but i guess it’s accurate

they should an airport that does not slowly drain your life force until you are just a husk of your former self

The doubling of tribute numbers. The miscarried Abernathy twins. The Donner sisters who Haymitch carries a fascination for as consequence. Louella being replaced by Lou Lou, a name that only mimics the first half of her name, and a girl who matches her in appearance only. Tam Amber’s set of pins, one dropped down a well, the other discarded. The two versions of the games: the one that Haymitch remembers and the edited, falsified version of them without the real content. The two bags of gumdrops. The fraternal affection he feels for Louella and Lou Lou, the artificial twins, and Maysilee’s offer to be his sister—the second one she gives in the book. A bond with a real twin, both pairs healing the sisters he never did know. The split between what is natural and what is manufactured or forged, bonds that that grow on their own, or are forced into existance. And if the distinction makes any difference to the person it impacts.

Shes literally skin and bones what the fuck is going on in hollywood

One of the saddest parts of the Hunger Games prequels was seeing the ghost of a community Katniss could have had if the circumstances were different. The girl who carried so much loyalty, kindness, and goodwill towards people could have had friends, loving aunts and uncles, a large extended family. But we meet her in the first book and she's so lonely. She remembers the songs that her family once sung but doesn't know their names. Her late father's best friend is the town's drunk. The fiddle player she only remarks about in passing knows her grief like no one else does. she's so alone and didn't have to be.