Peeta’s just pried open an oyster when I hear him give a laugh. “Hey, look at this!” He holds up a glistening, perfect pearl about the size of a pea. Peeta rinses the pearl off in the water and hands it to me. “For you.” I hold it out on my palm and examine its iridescent surface in the sunlight. Yes, I will keep it. For the few remaining hours of my life I will keep it close. This last gift from Peeta. The only one I can really accept. Perhaps it will give me strength in the final moments. “Thanks,” I say, closing my fist around it.
I’ve ruined so many undies from unexpectedly getting my period so I just drew it on there permanently
in elementary school i hit this kid cause he said i cant punch and i broke his nose and then my stepdad picked me up and the office was like “you have to say sorry” but then the kid was like “but she proved me wrong, she doesn’t have to say sorry” ladies and gentlemen my best friend of many many years
Look at all those ducks there are at least ten
*looks at you seductively* *lowers glasses* i can’t see a thing
*pretends i’m adjusting myself when spooning but really i’m trying to rub my ass on your dick and give you a boner lol*
i do this.
lmfaoooOOOOO NO ONE PUT ANYTHING IN MY INBOX!!!
i’m like seriously disappointed
every single person who reblogs this
will get “doot doot” in their ask box
I WANT TO KNOW YOUR SECRET
SERIOUSLY THOUGH WHAT ARE YOU
I GOT THIS AND I WAS LIKE WHAT THE FUCK
there are over 128,000 notes and i still got one
i reblogged this less than 2 minutes ago
how the actual fuck
i want to know…
my last words are probably going to be ‘wait what’