… and i couldn’t save her. i’m sorry.
“Alec looked at her and shook his head. ‘How do you manage never to get mud on your clothes?’ Isabelle shrugged philosophically. ‘I’m pure at heart. It repels the dirt.’”
[To Josh] “During an interview…you said to kind of spice things up…there should actually be a threesome…”
that moment when jen represents the tumblr users who never get asks
if im at your house and you leave the room without telling me to come with i will literally stand there and not move or sit down or touch anything until you come back no matter how long you’re gone
It’s time for the drawing. Effie Trinket says as she always does, “Ladies first!” and crosses to the glass ball with the girls’ names. She reaches in, digs her hand deep into the ball, and pulls out a slip of paper. The crowd draws in a collective breath and then you can hear a pin drop, and I’m feeling nauseous and so desperately hoping that it’s not me, that it’s not me, that it’s not me.
Effie Trinket crosses back to the podium, smoothes the slip of paper, and reads out the name in a clear voice. And it’s not me.
It’s Primrose Everdeen.