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“Her name.. her name is Lily,” James stuttered, “like the flower. Beautiful, like the flower.” James didn’t seem to realise he’d said the last part of his sentence just a little louder than he’d intended.
“Yes, Prongs. We know. You mutter words - well, more like names - in your sleep, you know?” Sirius managed to say, before keeling over with laughter along side Remus and Peter.
“Thanks, Padfoot. Thanks for your support.” James murmured whilst running a hand through his untamed hair.
“We do actually know her name, James. When you’re in a class with her, I don’t think you realise you full-on stare at her. You zone out completely. You wrote her name instead of your own, once.”
“Wow, Moony. You really are too observant sometimes.” Sirius said, chuckling.
“Well, I know he doesn’t focus because he always needs to copy my essay instead of doing his own.”
my mom once told me there are 40 years old men out on the internet pretending to be 16 years old girls just to kidnap and rape me
she never told me about the 16 years old girls who wants to kidnap and rape 40 years old men
(Source: lookingforcastiel, via meesters)
AU: After the 74th Hunger Games, Peeta agrees to become a Capitol slave in exchange for Katniss’s life.
I twist and turn in my bed as visions flash before my eyes and slither deep into my mind, breathing poison from the deepest corners of my imagination. It’s one of those nights, where nightmares refuse to leave me alone, where one simple thought, of home, of her, too deeply rooted in my heart to ever be shaken, keeps me away from sleep. That’s how I know I’ll never let go.
It’s been a year, now. A year since I sold my soul to the devil to save her.
The Capitol is my home, and District 12 nothing more than a distant memory – at least that’s what they keep telling me. But the truth is, the more time I spend here the more disgusted I am, and I find myself wanting to smash the cultivated ignorance and the elaborately designed cruelty that animate their eyes. Every day, I’m ordered to smile and to please, to repeat all the pretty little words they taught me to recite. I’m forbidden to paint, but it’s probably for the best. At one point, the world’s horror becomes enough; you don’t need to paint it, you don’t even need to remember it. It is enough.
I haven’t talked to Katniss in over a year. I know she sent me letters, but I never got to read them. Some nights, I lay awake, trying to remember everything I can about her, her smell, the color of her eyes, the way she felt in my arms. And when I fail to recollect the memories, I simply imagine what her life might be like back home. And sometimes, I find myself wondering if she ever thinks of me. If she ever catches glimpses of me on TV. If she ever searches for them. I’d like to tell her, I’d like her very much to know, that I may walk among them, but I’m not one of them. They can keep me here, they can dress me the way they want and dye my hair the color they desire, they can sell my body to the highest bidder, but I’ll never be a piece in their games.
‘We have a deal you and I, remember?’ President Snow’s voice echoes in my head, and in the fragile moonlight, I make a solemn promise. Oh, not aloud. There is no wind to hear, carry and bear words so heavy with hate. But in my silent own lone way, I swear. I will kill you.
okay sobbing
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imagine walking down the street one day and someone walks by you and whispers your url in your ear and you turn around and they’re gone
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- one third of me: I want a boyfriend so much, relationships are so cute
- one third of me: sex sex sex I want sex fuck relationships lets be slutty lol
- one third of me: fuck everyone I hate people kill yourselves
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