I'm so excited for next year
I’ve got the best roommates. It’s gonna be pretty insane.
I hate how much a death of someone can drain you
even if you never knew them. I just don’t think I can handle any more deaths around me in such a short period of time. I feel so morbid, and can only think about my family and friends being next. Is it weird how I always imagine myself talking at one of my friend’s funerals? I just want to turn off my imagination sometimes; it wanders far too much. …I love you two so so so...
He Was A Baker Boi
Portia: He was a boy
Cinna: She was a girl
Effie: can you make it anymore obvious?
Haymitch: he always baked cakes
Gale: She hunted all day
Effie: what more can you say?
Caesar: he wanted her
Haymitch: She'd never tell
Cinna: Secretly she wanted him as well
Effie: Gale her friend, stuck up his nose
Gale: and I had a problem with his baker clothes
Katniss: -- you done?
Haymitch: HE WAS A BAKER BOI
Porita & Cinna: SHE SAID THROW ME THAT LOAF BOI
Capitol Citizens: HIS THROW WASN'T GOOD ENOUGH FOR HER
Peeta: well she had a hungry face!
Katniss: no Peeta not you too
Haymitch: you were such a disgrace!
Capitol Citizens: should've thrown that bread to earthhhhh
Is classy time
Jesus started the whole “wait three days” thing. He waited three days to come...– Barney Stinson (via insouciant-maybe)
His mouth……most hilarious thing ever