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May The Odds Be EVER In Your Favor!
My name is Kamalani. I am sixteen years old. My home is District 4 (Get it? Fishing? Hawai'i?) I was in The Hunger Games...
& am the victor. So love me. Now.
Nah, but seriously, I'm just a fan girl of the trilogy The Hunger Games. I seem to be alone as a major fangirl here in Hawai'i, but I'm so glad there are fangirls & guys alike! The Hunger Games is my life. Simple as that.
I can't wait until March 23, 2012. That, ladies & gentlemen, will be a big, big, big day!
WARNING! This is NOT a spoiler-free blog! Enter at your own risk.. (;
& am the victor. So love me. Now.
Nah, but seriously, I'm just a fan girl of the trilogy The Hunger Games. I seem to be alone as a major fangirl here in Hawai'i, but I'm so glad there are fangirls & guys alike! The Hunger Games is my life. Simple as that.
I can't wait until March 23, 2012. That, ladies & gentlemen, will be a big, big, big day!
WARNING! This is NOT a spoiler-free blog! Enter at your own risk.. (;
~ Wednesday, May 30 ~
My artwork is flawless.
i’m literally laughing like an idiot at my computer screen
Why hasn’t this been hung in the Louvre yet. I mean really.
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“Your favorite color… it’s green?” “That’s right.” Then I think of something to add. “And your’s is orange.”“Orange?” He seems unconvinced.”Not bright orange. But soft. Like the sunset,” I say. “At least, that’s what you told me once.”“Oh.” He closes his eyes briefly, maybe trying to conjure up that sunset, then he nods his head. “Thank you.” But more words tumble out. “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.
- Katniss & Peeta {Mockingjay}
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