My name is Erin. I am nineteen years old, and I am a tool. ISFP.

Gravity Falls, Laika, FusionFall, Buffy, KH, HTTYD.

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when in doubt, become the #mockingjay — my #katniss inspired warpaint for a fuckyeah friday #Me

when in doubt, become the #mockingjay — my #katniss inspired warpaint for a fuckyeah friday #Me

Weapons and Badassery on the set of Catching Fire


It’s his face; always his.

His hands with their perpetual roughness and warmth, a possession and a command which could never be replicated. His heartbeat, stronger and deeper than mine could ever grow, as it surges vitality throughout every inch of his body and surges it onward. His lips; bizarrely warm and soft in stark contrast to his everything else, careful and almost hesitant in his approach as if I’d pull mine away at any moment. But he knows I never would, and am always in need of him.

Him and only him. That’s why I’ve always envisioned him when Peeta loves me.

I go to that place beyond thought and reason, a transcendental plain eclipsed in white. It’s there that I forgive him and I embrace him, and I let him embrace me in turn. It’s almost like dying; a disconnection of mind from body, of pain from memory, of past from estrangement. I let him in as he was and only as I remember him, and he becomes the lover I will never love, except for in my memory. I remember the love I felt for him, and with every haggard breath, every rise and fall of our bodies as they grind together in unspoken passion, I relive that love again. Only my love for him is what spurs me. Try as I may, and take what I can, I will never be ready to love Peeta.

Sometimes, that place is the woods. It becomes my safe haven as once it had, a warm expanse of rock beneath my bare back that heats me through and brings me to boil, the tartness of berries burst across my tongue and I taste him, who tastes of them in turn. The wilderness – our private expanse of everywhere and anywhere – stretches beneath us, unrestrained and unjudging. I never smile except when I am here.

I never smile at all.

There was once a time when I still believed I was in those woods, and those arms around me were as warm and cleansing as the brightest fire. I lingered there long enough to still smell the faintest hint of woodsmoke, and thought for sure that heartbeat was the strong, untamed rhythm I had always been dancing to. So when I hear those words — “You love me. Real or not real?” – I close my eyes and return to the woods, where Gale, and only Gale, will hear me say, “real”.

I am not prepared to accept the reality that there are only so many Everthorne kisses we will see before Gale gets his heart blown to bits (no pun intended).

If this is you…
I just met youThis is crazyHere’s my numberGET IN THE VAN

If this is you…

I just met you
This is crazy
Here’s my number


Myself as Peeta, my friend Dan as other Peeta, and Katt as Katniss at The Hunger Games midnight screening, Perth WA, March 21 2012.



Fandom! Help me out, kids?

I’ve refined my Hunger Games tattoo to 2 final possibilities. 

The first is the Capitol crest:

I would have the eagle and the laurels, with “THE RULER AND THE KILLER" in script above it.

I want this one because I’m actually a Capitol girl. I love them to pieces. That’s the kind of society in which I hope to live, and I don’t care how thoroughly you hate me for it. I’m quirky and materialistic, and that’s how I am. 

My second option is a silhouette of Katniss Everdeen with her bow drawn. I don’t have a design for it, but she would be positioned like this:

Underneath it, it would have the words “ABRAHAM’S DAUGHTER RAISED HER BOW”.

I’d get that one because Abraham’s Daughter is one of the most beautiful songs I’ve ever heard. I’m not particularly attached to Katniss, but what she represents is very close to my heart.


I was waiting in the Justice Building

And Peeta’s dad walks up to me and hands me a thing of cookies

“I’ll keep an eye on the little girl, make sure she’s eating”

MAAAN, I won’t let you pity me


You must think I’m a joke

I ain’t gonna be part of this system


Give that shit to a girl who ain’t in the Games

The artwork of my phenomenal friend Katt(nis) on Draw Something. 

The artwork of my phenomenal friend Katt(nis) on Draw Something. 


You know Jennifer Lawrence is Katniss when this face

Flawlessly embodies pages upon pages of internal dialogue.

Did I forgots to tell youse how I hang with my quuurl Catnuss the other night?

Did I forgots to tell youse how I hang with my quuurl Catnuss the other night?

That moment of glowing pride when my friend *and ball partner* looked like Katniss Everdeen at her formal last weekend.