#pulchritudoinfra

[ofembers-blog]

✉ idk give me the thing

Cashmere ---- Sorry about the games. I'm sorry that you had to go back into the arena, especially knowing that either you or your brother could come out, not both. I don't know if I could do it, going in with my brother or sister. Especially since if I let them come out, there will be no one left to feed my family. I guess this isn't really something you care about, but I guess I was just trying to tell you that I understand. Sorry for wasting your time.---- Gale

[ixsaidxreal]

pulchritudoinfra replied to your post: “pulchritudoinfra replied to your post: “pulchritudoinfra replied to...”:

im taKING MY SAD FEELS AND GOING TO BED GOODNIGHT BBY HAVE A GREAT NEW YEARS XOXO

Night, boo!! And I hope you had a wonderful one so far. Except for gloss-crying. sqlmdfjsqd Sweet dreams, babe. 

[ixsaidxreal]

pulchritudoinfra replied to your post: “pulchritudoinfra replied to your post: “He’s dead and it’s all my...”:

touches face idk maN IDK IM CRY

-clings to yours- SAME HERE

[ixsaidxreal]

pulchritudoinfra replied to your post: “He's dead and it’s all my fault!”:

i just lay down on my bed and made whale noises because oh god cash would always blame herself if gloss died and now im sad oh god

lmdsfksdjmfsd you made me sad too. -cries in your arms- why did you do that?

[ixsaidxreal]

[text] I might be pregnant

[text] I'm sorry. What are you going to do now?

[warriorhawthxrne-blog]

pulchritudoinfra replied to your post:pulchritudoinfra replied to your post:[ i like...

i have 19 i want to cry but like its so hot rn i cant concentrate i cry

ugh this weather tho. it's disgusting. like akfhjdskflwqa. shit

[warriorhawthxrne-blog]

pulchritudoinfra replied to your post:[ i like this time of night bc not that many...

do mine too plskthnx

[ i woullllddddddd but i don't think i'll get more than 4 done. whpooooppsps

[teawithtrinket-blog]

Wake up, hun.

The voice cut through her sleeping mind and pierced her already aching head. It was odd. Nobody woke her up. Effie Trinket woke up on her own, with an alarm clock, at the same time every single day. She woke up to the smell of coffee brewing, and breakfast wafting through the house with a glorious, fresh smell. 

But no, not this time. This time she woke up to the sound of a strange voice, and a pounding head, and a nauseous stomach. Peeking out of one eye, Effie frowned at the blonde, too pretty to be Haymitch, too soft spoken. 

"Cashmere?" she groaned, brushing the hair out of her eyes with her left hand. It was then she noticed the ring and her eyes widened. She wasn't home. She was -- "Oh, god! We got married!"