Perdí a mi Clementina

Tumblr desde 2011. 33. Bookworm. No respondo mensajes.

[processes]

common origins of suffering, euphoria, and ferret

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[inkpressedpetals]

[deadlynightshade26]

[nixscriptum]

[fourquartertoast]

the ballad of songbirds and snakes vs sunrise on the reaping

[agentmilayawithshield]

One of the saddest parts of the Hunger Games prequels was seeing the ghost of a community Katniss could have had if the circumstances were different. The girl who carried so much loyalty, kindness, and goodwill towards people could have had friends, loving aunts and uncles, a large extended family. But we meet her in the first book and she's so lonely. She remembers the songs that her family once sung but doesn't know their names. Her late father's best friend is the town's drunk. The fiddle player she only remarks about in passing knows her grief like no one else does. she's so alone and didn't have to be.

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

“I fall asleep whispering "I am safer alone I am safer alone l am safer alone l am safer alone" [...] Forgive me, memory is a rope around the neck.”

— Clementine von Radics, from James

[thaliawashere]

I am now exclusively employing etm.

[rqdominique]

[holespoles]

Jun’ichiro Sekino, 1914-1988 "Lovesick Cat"

関野準一郎「恋猫 love sick cat」木版画

[weepingwidar]

Jannik Hösel (German, 1998) - Semele (2025)

[processes]

common origins of suffering, euphoria, and ferret

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[kawaiiiipsycho]

*fantasizes about you fantasizing about me*

[ialwaysbelieve]

[kyotoprotocols]

[girlygothic]

Dark colored wing details from roberto fieri's paintings

[agentmilayawithshield]

One of the saddest parts of the Hunger Games prequels was seeing the ghost of a community Katniss could have had if the circumstances were different. The girl who carried so much loyalty, kindness, and goodwill towards people could have had friends, loving aunts and uncles, a large extended family. But we meet her in the first book and she's so lonely. She remembers the songs that her family once sung but doesn't know their names. Her late father's best friend is the town's drunk. The fiddle player she only remarks about in passing knows her grief like no one else does. she's so alone and didn't have to be.