8 for height, 10 for elasticity, 2 for technique.
Well that’s one way to do it
He sees me staring at him and shrugs. “Who knows?” he says. “One of them may be rich.”
I have misjudged him. I think of his actions since the reaping began. The friendly squeeze of my hand. His father showing up with the cookies and promising to feed Prim… Did Peeta put him up to that? His tears at the station. Volunteering to wash Haymitch but then challenging him this morning when apparently the nice-guy approach had failed. And now the waving at the window, already trying to win the crowd.
All of the pieces are still fitting together, but I sense he has a plan forming. He hasn’t accepted his death. He is already fighting hard to stay alive. Which also means that kind Peeta Mellark, the boy who gave me the bread, is fighting hard to kill me.
I feel like school isn’t even about learning anymore, it’s about getting good grades
i am kind of sad ok
this cat’s name is Princess Monster Truck
Nintendo Soap cartridges
I WAS PANICKING THE WHOLE TIME BEFORE I REALIZED IT WAS SOAP WHAT
I WANT TO RUB MEGA MAN ALL OVER MY NAKED BODY I’M GOING TO CRYthank god, i was getting reallyupset as i scrolled nd then i read the captions
wow this was so concerning for a moment hahaha
I GOT SO SCARED and then i said ok
No one before Bernini had managed to make marble so carnal. In his nimble hands it would flatter and stream, quiver and sweat. His figures weep and shout, their torses twist and run, and arch themselves in spasms of intense sensation. He could, like an alchemist, change one material into another - marble into trees, leaves, hair, and, of course, flesh.
- Simon Schama’s Power of Art. Bernini