You know what this adultery needs? SANDWICHES.
fuck you. f uck you. god fucking dammit
“Ally.” Peeta says the words slowly, tasting it. “Friend. Lover. Victor. Enemy. Fiancee. Target. Mutt. Neighbor. Hunter. Tribute. Ally. I’ll add it to the list of words I use to try to figure you out. The problem is, I can’t tell what’s real anymore, and what’s made up.”
I thought this was gonna be a horror thing
BUT DO YOU REALIZE WHAT DEXTER MUST HAVE FELT
this cat looks stoked as hell
thats just butter in a hotdog bun
My new favorite twitter page
this should pop up on ur screen when u hit post limit
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