By AliceCullen88 on deviantART
If Hunter Parrish plays Peeta, i might could DIE *___*
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“It was all for the Games,” Peeta says. “How you acted.”
“Not all of it,” I say, tightly holding onto my flowers.
“Then how much? No, forget that. I guess the real question is what’s going to be left when we get home?” he says.
“I don’t know. The closer we get to District Twelve, the more confused I get,” I say. He waits, for further explanation, but none’s forthcoming.
“Well, let me know when you work it out,” he says, and the pain in his voice is palpable.
- Peeta & Katniss (The Hunger Games)
october.
okay, it’s so much time that i don’t update this blog, so… here i am! *smiling* The school has already started a couple of months ago and i already cannot wait it is over. Why i say that? Because i hate studying but i have to. It’s a vicious circle. And i’m stressed and ugly, because stress makes me a fucking messy. I mean. I eat too much, for example. And this makes me a bit fat. Okay. I disgress and this is bad. Really bad. Anyway. I fall in love with one of my class. He’s very cute and sexy sometimes. But it’s also an asshole. And THIS (the fact that he’s also and asshole) is the problem! However i’m asleep on my feet, so i’d better go to sleep. See ya people :)
make up.
mobile phone.
scarf.
hair accessories (hair bands and hats).
laptop.
all stars.
ugg.
city of glass.
pajamas.
foods.
this is my own room, right now. LOL.
it’s quite a mess, with bags, shoes and clothes all around the floor. but it’s okay. not for my mom, of course. but for me, yeah. i feel conforted by my little upset.
by the way. i have to study history of art (international gotic, pisanello, fabriano, duomo of milan) and i’m already over the anxious. i mean. i’m almost crack cause i don’t understand all of this damn things that talked about art and arcs and paintings and more of other things.
in short, i’m going crazy.
sorry for the bad english.
okay this is my mind now. i’m a paranoid. i want to say ‘fuck you’ to two people and i’m mentally dating with a celebrity that doesn’t know i exist (joseph gordon levitt). it’s all a big shit, maybe not my wears but it’s only a little thing. holycrap (ops) i want to scream out loud!
