when I don’t know what else to say or do except for one miserable ‘I’m sorry’. That’s shit pathetic.
April 11th, 2012
March 31st, 2012
Don’t know what I’m doing wrongly, and there’s a fine line behind wether or not changing for a person is a good or bad thing.
March 27th, 2012
We all need a little reminder sometimes. But not everyone has somebody around them to tell them so. For everyone who sees this post, whether you’re my follower or not, I wish to tell you this:
You is kind.
You is smart.
You is important.
You is beautiful as can be.
Cheer up, love. Things can only get hard to a certain point, after that, it all gets better.
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March 26th, 2012
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A picture in 365 slices. Each slice is one day of the year.
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That was the best monologue in the movie. Because he realized he was already dead. He was supposed to die his entirely life. We pity those kids from poor districts. But have we ever stop to think of the careers? They were trained to this. Knowing they would most probably die. What kind of parents use their kids as a business? Trained to make them rich, or die. The children from 12 were poor and starving and weak. But most of them had their parents. Loving parents who would die for get some food to bring home for them. Cato and the rest of the careers lived under a fake mask of glory. And he realized it right before he died. “Is that what you wanted?” He screamed to the cameras. Was him blaming the Capitol? Or maybe, just maybe, was there a heartless mother back home, realizing she killed her child from the day he was born?
THIS ^
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January 27th, 2012
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