the hunger games: movie

8

You’re a painter. You’re a baker. You like to sleep with the windows open. You never take sugar in your tea. And you always double-knot your shoelaces. What I need to survive is not Gale’s fire, kindled with rage and hatred. I have plenty of fire myself. What I need is the dandelion in the spring. The bright yellow that means rebirth instead of destruction. The promise that life can go on, no matter how bad our losses. That it can be good again. And only Peeta can give me that. So after, when he whispers, “You love me. Real or not real?”
I tell him, “Real.”

  • Family: So, do you have a boyfriend?
  • Me: Yes, I have many.
  • Family: Many boyfriends?
  • Me: Yes.
  • Family: And they don't know that you're cheating on them?
  • Me: Well, the thing is, they don't really know they're dating me.
  • Family: ...
  • Me: And some of them have other girlfriends.
  • Family: ...
  • Me: And most of them are dead...
  • Family: ...
  • Me: And a bunch of people keep telling me that they're fictional characters but they're just jealous.
  • Family: ...
  • Me: ...
  • Family: *slowly backs away*

The death of Finnick was, devastating…Him screaming in pain and then his last scream were he yells “Katniss” was the end of me.

Does anyone else ever think of your first fandom as your first love in a way?

Like you weren’t introduced to the fandom, you found it on your own, no one told you about it, no one told you why you should watch/read it, no one told you that it was good, you just kinda went in watched/read it and fell in love? Maybe not even your first fandom, just the first that you found on your own. You took a chance and that changed your life. You became the friend that would obsess about this thing that know one else knew of, and you became the one who would tell people of why they should watch/read it.

Is this just me?