February 2012
Anonymous asked: how come sometimes I ask you a question and you don't post it. I am really interested to hear your thoughts/ answers!
Peeta: a little bit of bread in my life.
Peeta: a little bit of bagels by my side.
Peeta: a little bit of crackers is all I need.
Peeta: a little bit of pretzels is all I see.
Peeta: a little bit of cheese buns in the sun.
Peeta: a little bit of baguette all night long.
Peeta: a little bit of bread crumbs here I am.
Peeta: a little bit of bread makes me your man.
Peeta: Breadmambo Number 5
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It's what I do.
I fucking love your guts out. I fucking give you everything and do all the sweet things you’re not expecting. I support your dreams and your goals and give you space when you need it and sit back and let girls flock among you. I get tons of guys after me, but turn my head to every single one just to show you that you’re the one for me. And I come when you call and never forget to...
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I’ll never be worth it for you.
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I'm so sorry, ovaries...
Is it too much to ask of you to please FUCK OFF until later this afternoon when I’m not in long-ass classes without pain medications or a heating pad?
Sincerely,
Fuck you.
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I want you to want me I want you to want me I want you to want me I want you to want me.
Please, when are you going to want me?
Reading Tumblr in public
beekel:
It’s like playing russian roulette with bullets made of porn
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