this firefly caught her first finnie of the summer right outside my front door
my kiddos came over after work last night and we spent time talking at my kitchen table. right now, we are on the edge of so much death in our family and we had to talk about it. we told each other stories about the ones they could remember dying, and i told them stories about the ones they couldn't. finally, we talked about the ones who are about to go and all the ways of there are of dying and all the ways there are of saying goodbye
there were some funny stories in there too, but when it was all too much, we told cousin stories, and we laughed and laughed and laughed. it was a good night
I'm turning 30 this month, and for some reason have become suddenly interested in material possessions. like what if,,,,,,,,my couch was nice. what if my sheets were nice. is this what happens to you??
The survivors of District 12 singing and dancing at Finnick and Annie's wedding hits so different after reading/watching tbosas. Can you imagine Snow's reaction to that propo? No matter how hard he tried to erase Lucy Gray and to obliterate District 12, she lived on in her music, music which is kept alive by the people of the place she once called home.
i always tell myself that geez is a medieval portmanteau of god wizard and not just another mince-mouthed invocation of the carpenter but the me inside of me knows it's a lie or those sleestak fugks are at it again
also the smoke and the heat dome both reached us yesterday and first dates are awkward
me in buckingham palace dancing naked to 'murder on the dance floor' after i infiltrate the royal family and pick them off one by one until i am the last one left