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Bitch are U dead 

there has been an overwhelming resurgence of hunger games tiktoks on my fyp so who knows maybe i’ll write another few haymitch chapters we’ll see

im feeling very autumn today so perhaps i will update my oliver wood story
          
          who knows

CONNECTION - BEN SOLO - OUT NOW!!! pls go give it a read it would mean the world xoxo

ben solo x oc book coming soon xoxo
          
          
          
          (ill try to stop neglecting my other books too but no promises)

it’s my birthday (:

"every time a boy caresses my cheek
          and insists that i am not like other girls
          i flinch at the implication that my form
          of femininity was made for his amusement.
          i do not spend my days molding myself 
          to meet his standards and my interest
          were not fabricated so he could be my prize.
          don't you dare put me on a pedestal while
          damning my gender. i am just like other girls
          so cast me with the wretched creatures
          you call a woman."
          -"poetrybylyra" on tiktok

Hey sorry if this is rude but when is the next update for em and haymitch? 

bitches will listen to never grow up by taylor swift then write something like this:
          
          next summer is my last summer as a kid. i'm sixteen and already exhausted with life. i hate working but i can't wait to finish school and get a job. i open a can of peaches that will expire long after i will graduate. my mom books a doctors appointment for me and then doesn't go with me. i pay for my own gas. my location is tracked by my parents just to make sure i am where i told them i was going to be. i feel so free and so contained at the same time. i look back at my younger self with jealousy, contempt, and admiration. i picture two futures for myself- the realistic one and the one that will make me happy. i would give anything to be 9 years old again and i want to stay 16 forever. i want to have my first kiss but any sort of emotional intimacy is off the table. i want to be loved and cherished and manipulated and broken. i want to crawl into my mothers' lap and stay there forever. i want to scream at her about all the things she made me into. i want to climb into my bed and never leave. i want to be free, but i dread the responsibility that comes with it. 
          
          (its me, i'm "bitches")

pls i want to use "dead sea" by the lumineers in one of my fics but none of them are happy enough for it :(