February 2012
Doctor: You say you're experiencing constant pain. Where does it hurt?
Me: Everything
Me: Everything hurts
Doctor: Whe-
Me: My ships are sinking
Me: All of them
Me: All of my ships
Doctor: Oh fuck, you're one of those people
waves-of-pure-emotion:
keepcalmandmosh:
YOU NEED TO WATCH THIS
I just watched it 20 times omg.
peenissexual asked: Top 6: OTPs :)
Ask me my "TOP 6" anything!
Reblog if you have a friendship of more than 5...
Katniss: “Peeta.“You said at the interview you’d had a crush on me forever. When did forever start?”
Peeta: “Oh, let’s see. I guess the first day of school. We were five. You had on a red plaid dress and your hair . . . it was in two braids instead of one. My father pointed you out when we were waiting to line up,”
Katniss: “Your father? Why?”
Peeta: “He said, ‘See that little girl? I wanted to marry her mother, but she ran off with a coal miner,’”
Katniss: “What? You’re making that up!”.
Peeta: “No, true story. And I said, ‘A coal miner? Why did she want a coal miner if she could’ve had you?’ And he said, ‘Because when he sings . . . even the birds stop to listen.’”
Katniss: “That’s true. They do. I mean, they did,”
Peeta: “So that day, in music assembly, the teacher asked who knew the valley song. Your hand shot right up in the air. She stood you up on a stool and had you sing it for us. And I swear, every bird outside the windows fell silent,”
Katniss: “Oh, please,”
Peeta: “No, it happened. And right when your song ended, I knew — just like your mother — I was a goner. Then for the next eleven years, I tried to work up the nerve to talk to you.”
Katniss: “Without success,”
Peeta: “Without success. So, in a way, my name being drawn in the reaping was a real piece of luck,”
As well as Peeta/bread jokes, there's quite a lot...
Finnick: Mags, are you coming to training?
Mags: Nah, I'm feeling quite eel.
Finnick: Mags, I'm having an archery lesson with Katniss, do you want to come?
Mags: I fish I could, but I'm tired.
Finnick: Hey Mags, did you hear? Katniss got a twelve in training!
Mags: Well how a-trout that!