I won’t be posting for a while, I’m going somewhere, so bye my dear followers, ok byeeeeeeeee
'Always.' In the twilight of morphling, Peeta whispers the word and I go searching for him. It’s a gauzy, violet-tinted world, with no hard edges, and many places to hide. I push through cloud banks, follow faint tracks, catch the scent of cinnamon, of dill. Once I feel his hand on my cheek and try to trap it, but it dissolves like mist through my fingers.
i’m pretty sure you created tron
*DAFT PUNK INTENSIFIES*
Listen, what you get up to in the privacy of your own regeneration is your business.
people who say they don’t care about notes on their edits are liars
It took me 15 minutes to get this.
"She’s really pretty for a black girl"
“He’s really cool for a gay guy”
“She’s doing really well for a woman”