Injustice is the norm
You won’t be the first
And you know you won’t be the last
(Source: teacupinastorm)
Alright, so we’re back. I’ve decided to do another Hunger Games giveaway (click here to view my first THG giveaway), because it honestly brought so much joy to my heart. For one, and most importantly, to show you all how much I appreciate you. Second of all, to interact with you all, to feel like we’re a part of something. Last but not least, to witness the pure happiness when the lucky person wins.
So what have I purchased for one of you lucky people?
- A size medium mockingjay pin shirt.
- The THG tribute guide book.
- The limited edition THG soundtrack (songs from D12 and beyond)
- A mockingjay pin.
- And a little handwritten note from yours truly (me) (I know how much this aspect of the prize excites you, right?!)
Of course there are rules, and if they’re not met then I will find another winner:
- I am not trying to be greedy, I do not want you to follow me if you don’t want to, but in order to win this you must be following me, because this giveaway is for my followers, to show them how much I appreciate them.
- You can only reblog and/or like up 3 three times, I will be checking.
- I will be shipping to anywhere in the world, doesn’t matter where you are. But you must be comfortable giving me your address.
- I will announce the winner on April 23rd 2012 and if they don’t respond within 24 hours I will be giving the prizes to a different lucky follower.
That is pretty much it. I’ve spent a lot of money/time on this so please be respectful and what not. And may the odds be ever in your favour!
On the second day, while we’re taking a shot at spear throwing, he whispers to me, “I think we have a shadow.” I throw my spear, which I’m not too bad at actually, if I don’t have to throw too far, and see the little girl from District 11 standing back a bit, watching us. She’s the twelve-year-old, the one who reminded me so of Prim in stature. Up close she looks about ten. She has bright, dark, eyes and satiny brown skin and stands tilted up on her toes with her arms slightly extended to her sides, as if ready to take wing at the slightest sound. It’s impossible not to think of a bird. I pick up another spear while Peeta throws, “I think her name’s Rue”, he says softly.
(Source: lettheflames)
- Me: what the fuck is this
- Me: what the fuck is that
- Me: when the fuck will i ever need to know this
- Me: why the fuck do these people walk so fucking slow
- Me: who the fuck assigned my locker as the official gathering place
- Me: when the fuck did the teacher assign that
- Me: why the fuck did i take this course
- Me: when the fuck is lunch