I could have had the perfect body, but it was either that or bacon. I chose bacon.
I would call me more of a monkey.
Hating on Jennifer is like hating on puppies.
"I remember crying and calling my mom and telling her I finally get it. Sometimes it can seem so pointless because you are so filled with hair and makeup and clothes, that you forget about the lives you can touch." — Jenn on her reaction to a young girl who told her that, after suffering burns to her body, she coped by imagining herself as “the girl on fire.”
The drug causes sedation, not sleep, so I am trapped in fuzzy, dully aching misery for what seems like always.
inspired by (x)
"i’ll see you at midnight"
NO YOU WON’T KATNISS
YOU’LL SEE HIM IN THE NEXT BOOK
AND HE’LL TRY TO KILL YOU
*jumps through window*
*throws self off of cliff*