i remember way too many small details about people so i have to act dumb sometimes so i don’t freak them out
Do you ever get into an argument with someone and find yourself unable to speak for a moment because you’re just so blown away by how utterly wrong and ignorant the other person is being and you can’t understand how anyone could actually believe the things they are saying
“Peeta, how come I never know when you’re having a nightmare?” I say.
“I don’t know. I don’t think I cry out or thrash around or anything. I just come to, paralyzed with terror,” he says.
“You should wake me,” I say, thinking about how I can interrupt his sleep two or three times on a bad night. About how long it can take to calm me down.”
“It’s not necessary. My nightmares are usually about losing you,” he says. “I’m okay once I realize you’re here.”
"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."
Then I dive into my tent before I do something stupid like cry.”
"Ah, that’ll be nice,"says Peeta, tightening his arms around me.
“To this day, I can never shake the connection between this boy, Peeta Mellark, and the bread that gave me hope, and the dandelion that reminded me that I was not doomed.”
“Stay with me.”
“Peeta and I grow back together. There are still moments when he clutches the back of a chair and hangs on until the flashbacks are over. I wake screaming from nightmares of mutts and lost children. But his arms are there to comfort me. And eventually his lips. On the night I feel that thing again, the hunger that overtook me on the beach, I know this would have happened anyway. That 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.”
BUT WHAT IF I LIKE THE THING BECAUSE THE TUNE IS CATCHY?
LIKE, I DON’T REALLY CARE FOR THE LYRICS, BUT THE TUNE IS CATCHY AND I LIKE TO DANCE TO IT..?
It’s always the intention behind it. You can’t just generalize people and fit them all into one category. Some people like things because of various reasons. How bout keep an open mind? Figure out why they like the thing. Not everyone is out to get you.
For instance, Supernatural is “known to be” a fucking misogynistic show, but I, and a lot of other women enjoy it. Does that automatically imply that we hate our sex? No.
Why? Because one fucking characteristic or flaw doesn’t define the entire entity. I like Supernatural because it has great characters, sometimes great stories, homoerotic undertones, and a lot of sexy amazing people.
Just because I say I like the thing, doesn’t mean I like EVERYTHING about it.
Not everyone who downloads “Blurred Lines” is out to rape and hate on women, much like not everyone who watches Supernatural condones mindlessly murdering innocent victims possessed by Supernatural beings.
I’m that part of the fandom that can’t gif, make edits, write fanfiction or draw I’m just kind of here like