EMMA. (2020) dir. Autumn de Wilde
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Natalie Wee, Least of all
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that comment about how you should not borrow grief from the future has saved me multiple times from spiraling into an inescapable state of anxiety. like every time i find myself thinking about how something in the future could go wrong i remember that comment and i think to myself: well i never know, it might get better. it might not even happen the way i think it will and if it does happen and it is sad and bad ill be sad about it then, when it happens. and it’s somehow soo freeing
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Realistically I could never get rid of tumblr because it gives me the illusion of a community of strange young women all around my same age, all slowly figuring out how to live too
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tumblr says i “liked” your post, but i loved it. actually, i love you.
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afterburn
Pairing: Katniss Everdeen/Peeta Mellark
Chapters: 2/?
Rating: M
Wordcount: 21649
When Katniss sneaks through my bedroom window, I tell her to leave it open—not because I want people to hear us, but because it’s uncommonly hot for October. And I think she wants people to hear us. I know the glint in her eye; it tells me she has something to prove, and I’d never stand in her way. After all, this isn’t about me. It’s about her mother, about the new curfew that’s meant to keep her out of my bed. Thus far, it’s been unsuccessful.
Naked and washed in the golden afternoon hue, she looks unreal. Like something I can’t have. But I’ve always had a taste for forbidden things.
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I think the hot new trends for this summer should be reading comprehension and critical thinking skills
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My problem is I never healed I just kept going
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afterburn
Pairing: Katniss Everdeen/Peeta Mellark
Chapters: 2/?
Rating: M
Wordcount: 21649
When Katniss sneaks through my bedroom window, I tell her to leave it open—not because I want people to hear us, but because it’s uncommonly hot for October. And I think she wants people to hear us. I know the glint in her eye; it tells me she has something to prove, and I’d never stand in her way. After all, this isn’t about me. It’s about her mother, about the new curfew that’s meant to keep her out of my bed. Thus far, it’s been unsuccessful.
Naked and washed in the golden afternoon hue, she looks unreal. Like something I can’t have. But I’ve always had a taste for forbidden things.
READ CHAPTER 2 ON AO3
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