People are STUPID. AS. SHIT!
One of the scenarios was a random guy flashes a badge — a terrible fake one, at that — and asks people to either A. identify a woman he’s after by stealing her wallet and bringing it to him B. “rescue” a so-called kidnapped baby by kidnapping the fucking baby or C. Dropping a mutha fucking roofie in her mutha fucking drink.
Guess what? EVERYONE DID IT! Read this bullshit!
There is so little in my life that calls for celebration, but these very mundane things make me smile and keep me sane when I feel like I’m losing my mind and I have nobody to talk to or keep me company.
Everything I love about the series is amplified in Mockinjay, the final book in The Hunger Games trilogy. It successfully builds on the strengths of both books before it; The characters are still perfectly flawed, the relationships are complex, the action is not senseless, the story is neither predictable or outlandish and the author manages to strike a balance between being as brutal as the story calls for without being gruesome. The story ends in a very satisfying way — for me. Continue reading
We all have dreams about what we want to do or be and believe down in the core of our hearts that we can and will. We’ve all had phases of wholeheartedly wanting to be something special regardless of how big or impossible it may have seemed. A lot of us get over ourselves and strive for something more “practical,” a little easier to reach, with fewer steps to reach the end. Some of us, however, kept believing and kept working toward the big or impossible dream. What category do you fall in? What dreams have you had for your life and how many have you reached for? How many have you let go?
I’ve let go of them all.
I felt like rhyming, this is what ensued. Read ‘In’ A Poem»
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