This city is afraid of me. I have seen its true face. The streets are extended gutters and the gutters are full of blood and when the drains finally scab over, all the vermin will drown. The accumulated filth of all their sex and murder will foam up about their waists and all the whores and politicians will look up and shout “Save us!”… and I’ll whisper “no.”
President Snow is me everyday in school when I see couples in the hallways.
THAT IS NOT OKAY
You see, he looks nice and innocent. And then this happens.
I’m so sick of people thinking they can just waltz into my room when I’m obviously listening to music in 4/4.
I just wanted to reblog this again because I find it inordinately funny.
WOW WHAT THE HELL
I. AM. SPEACHLESS.
this is so clever oH MY
When the beating of your heart
Echoes the beating of my own
There is a love that’d even last
When the end has come!