I’m drinking wine and watching Family Feude on a Tuesday night. What is my life? Who am I?


in study period today a guy sitting next to me was reading mockingjay and he kinda just whispered what the fuck to himself

and then again, a lil more angrily, what the fUCK

And he flicked back about seven or so pages and then went back to his spot and went ‘no’

and I know exactly which fuckin part he was reading lemme tell u

(via de-pereo)

I just wish I had someone to share these intimate thoughts with. Just to know that just maybe someone else feels the same.