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setting fire to our insides for fun
Beau. 21; New Zealand.
Just one among billions; living vicariously through the fictional, trying to hold it all together (sometimes, often, failing), constantly growing but not necessarily up. I'm forever swinging from extremes, waiting in the in-between.
That awkward moment when you finish a graphic and then proceed to spend ten whole minutes squinting at it in Photoshop, trying to decide if it is quite good or actually just really, really hideous.
30 DAYS OF THE HUNGER GAMES ›› DAY SEVEN
▷ a scene that made you cry ›› the everlark moment after finnick and annie’s wedding.
I’m just gonna sit here and cry forever.
It really pains me when I read good fanfiction that has obvious spelling/grammar errors.
