What must it be like, I wonder, to live in a world where food appears at the press of a button? How would I spend the hours I now commit to combing the woods for sustenance if it were so easy to come by? What do they do all day, these people in the Capitol, besides decorating their bodies and waiting around for a new shipment of tributes to rill in and die for their entertainment?
If I’m extra sarcastic with you it probably means I’m flirting with you or you really annoy me and I can’t handle your shit
tbh is a shitty song but she’s just fav