When I turn eighteen in six months, I’m going to get two tattoos.
One shoulder blade: a mockingjay
One shoulder blade: the Deathly Hallows symbol.
Original? Maybe not.
Necessary? Of course not.
But they kind of changed my childhood, so yeah. I will not regret them.
Today is my dearest mum’s birthday and the opening day of THG. If you could bottle and sell my excitement right now, the world world be powered for decades.
Whenever something sucks in my life and I’m on the verge of tears or a breakdown, I just think to myself:
“Man up, girl. At least you’re not in an arena of death, forced to try and kill 23 other children for the amusement of your government.”
And my life sucks a lot less.
My role model is a fictional character that’s younger than me.
Nope, I don’t think that’s weird either.
I’m trying my absolute best not to yell “oh my god that series is amazing, let’s be best friends so we can talk about it!”… I think I might have a problem.
That’s not weird, is it?…
I can’t even… I’m so mad at myself that I stopped at Book 1 back when it first came out. I actually feel a little heartbroken that it’s over. And all those people dead. And Gale off doin’ what he did in the end. Like WHUT? I thought that was a little out of character, but okay, ‘s not my book.
It will definitely take some time to come down from this literary high.
So can anybody recommend anything else to read now? I’m suffering from withdrawal.
Or message me your thoughts so we can have a little online book club going.
TELL ME ABOUT IT, STUD
Goddamn, I’d forgotten how much I loved that book.
Up next, Catching Fire.
Alright, alright, alright!
But sometimes, it’s just so hard being a book nerd. Nobody reads the same books I do. So all my literary obsession is bottled up inside ‘cause I can’t talk about it with anybody. Sux, bruh.
Haha, and now that the movie is coming out, I can’t even get a chance to try and start over.
Ain’t that some ish?