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no more dreaming like a girl so in love with the wrong world

I'll tell them how I survive it. I'll tell them that on bad mornings, it feels impossible to take pleasure in anything because I'm afraid it could be taken away. That's when I make a list in my head of every act of goodness I've seen someone do. It's like a game. Repetitive. Even a little tedious after more than twenty years.

But there are much worse games to play.

quick intro - beth, white mentally ill young queer ass hard femme idk what this gender shit is?? person

LOOK AT THE GAME MAKERS

lukecastellan:

katnss:

theantiroxy:

katnss:

(gif by r-e-d-u-c-t-o)

playin with touch screens and shit

“hmmm let’s bring the temperature up to 45 degrees in the upper forest”

“is district 5 girl dead yet? she is now”

damn

“hey steve did you see this flower i planted here”

- “that’s nice jim”

“no steve you’re not looking”

Jim/Steve, my Game Maker OTP

i’ve made an OTP

i’ve made an OTP

 #otp: you’re not looking