Whenever I get a new follower.
- Me: These people. I like them.
- Me: ANOTHER!
Source: castielwatchingbees
And then I see her, the blood drained from her face, hands clenched in fists at her sides, walking with stiff, small steps up toward the stage, passing me, and I see the back of her blouse has become untucked and hangs out over her skirt.
It’s this detail, the untucked blouse forming a ducktail, that brings me back to myself.
“Prim!” The strangled cry comes out of my throat, and my muscles begin to move again. “Prim!” I don’t need to shove through the crowd.The other kids make way immediately allowing me a straight path to the stage. I reach her just as she is about to mount the steps. With one sweep of my arm, I push her behind me.
“I volunteer!” I gasp. “I volunteer as tribute!”
(via theodairmeister)
Source: punysgods
umm i am an easily distracted and entertained chickadee. so right next to my car tumblr is my life i am forever on here. otheerwise woohoo and i care less about haters. :) <3 em all.
