nat. 21. a tv student with no interest in being anything but hella rad.
i have a soft spot for meth cooks, daft detectives, unhappy aliens, facebook creators, sexually threatening ladies and chocolate bread.
Days turned into weeks. Weeks turned into months. And one not so very special day, I went to my typewriter,I sat down and I wrote our story. A story about a time. A story about a place. A story about the people. But above all things, a story about love. A love that will live forever.
From the treaty of the treason: In penance for their uprising each district shall offer up a male and female between the ages of 12 and 18 at a public reaping. These tributes shall be delivered to the custody of the Capitol and then transferred to a public arena where they will fight to the death, until a lone victor remains. Henceforth and forevermore this pageant shall be known as ‘T h e H u n g e r G a m e s’.