- *12 bongs*
- finnick: 12 o'clock?
- katniss: no 12 districts a hur dur
- wiress: tick tock
- finnick: katniss what i fuckin say
I am so lonely, I just want hot, passionate sex.
Fuck yeah to the kids who feel like they’re dying inside but still gather up the strength to roll out of bed, get dressed, and leave the house. You are strong and beautiful and worth so much more than you know.
this is today. i just want to lie in bed all day but it’s my 21st birthday and i have to see people. -.-
There is someone, walking behind you. Turn around, look at me. There is someone, watching your footsteps..
This was an art project for school, the assignment being to do a piece on some social injustice. As a person who has been, is, and likely will be depressed in the future, I feel a strong shame when the topic of depression is brought up in a social setting, as if my struggle is some kind of a disease. The way depression is talked about is, for some reason, separate from the way physical injuries are discussed. My pain and injury is no less than that of someone with physical evidence that there is something wrong, which is absolute bullcrap.
Anyway, I hope you like the comic. /end of rant.
Holy shit Hannah.
alex + flashbacks