Do you ever just see the first sentence of a text message and just think “oh fuck no I do not have time for this shit”
I stand there, feeling broken and small, thousands of eyes trained on me. There’s a long pause. Then, from somewhere in the crowd, someone whistles Rue’s four-note mockingjay tune. The one that signaled the end of the workday in the orchards. The one that meant safety in the arena.
im always suspicious of anyone that finds me attractive