When period commercials show happy women in white jeans and short skirts dancing around smiling
anonymously message me exactly what type of person you think i seem like from my tumblr.
galehawthorne: i love to pop and lock and jam and break
Police officer: Miss Lohan you're over the legal drinking limit.
Lindsay Lohan: THE LIMIT DOES NOT EXIST!
acurlyheadedman: Six websites I go to when I am upset: 1) When I am disgruntled 2) When I need a quiet place 3) When I want everything to be okay 4) When I need a hug 5) Just click this 6) When I need to calm down
katarns: I love it when cast members sing.
Me, finishing up Catching Fire.
Near the end of the last chapter: WHAT THE HELL, JOHANNA?
A few pages later: WHAT? WHAT? THEY EXPLODED THE ARENA
The same page: WHAT THE FUCK GUYS. BEETEE WAS SO NICE WHAT?
Next page: OH MY GOD WHERE THE HELL IS PEETA WHY IS THIS HAPPENING?
Katniss gets scooped up by the hovercraft: WHERE ARE THEY TALKING HER? WHY?
Same page: (audible shouts are heard, roommate asks me if I'm okay) NO I'M NOT THIS IS NOT OKAY
Katniss wakes up in the hovercraft: WHAT THE HELL. WHERE WERE YOU GUYS? HAYMITCH? WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU? WHERE IS PEETA?
Plutarch Heavensbee is a rebel: YOU GO PLUTARCH. TWO FOR YOU, PLUTARCH HEAVENSBEE.
Gale shows up: Oh god not you... What's going on? (whimpers)
Gale: "There is no District 12." WHAT? WHY? WHAT? WHHHHHHHHHY?