Doing what you can.

“Every moment, as long as your mine, I’ll wake up my body and make of for lost time.”

“Every moment, as long as your mine, I’ll wake up my body and make of for lost time.”

“I just might be stronger than I know.”

“I just might be stronger than I know.”

Finnick looks at me in disbelief. “I don’t, Katniss! Obviously, I don’t! I drag myself out of nightmares each morning and find there’s no relief in waking.” Something in my expression stops him. “Better not to give in to it. It takes ten time as long to put yourself back together as it does to fall apart.” -Mockingjay

It’s nice to be reminded that even if things suck, I’ve still got girls who have my back. I’ve missed being this happy.

It’s nice to be reminded that even if things suck, I’ve still got girls who have my back. I’ve missed being this happy.

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Word.

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Word.

“Does it hurt?” asked the Rabbit.

“Sometimes,” said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. “When you are Real you don’t mind being hurt.”

“Does it happen all at once, like being wound up,” he asked, “or bit by bit?”

“It doesn’t happen all at once,” said the Skin Horse. “You become. It takes a long time. That’s why it doesn’t happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in your joints and very shabby. But these things don’t matter at all, because once you are Real you can’t be ugly, except to people who don’t understand.”

“Does it hurt?” asked the Rabbit.

“Sometimes,” said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. “When you are Real you don’t mind being hurt.”

“Does it happen all at once, like being wound up,” he asked, “or bit by bit?”

“It doesn’t happen all at once,” said the Skin Horse. “You become. It takes a long time. That’s why it doesn’t happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in your joints and very shabby. But these things don’t matter at all, because once you are Real you can’t be ugly, except to people who don’t understand.”

I find the map and draw a straight line, Over rivers, farms, and state lines. The distance from ‘A’ to where you’d be. It’s only finger-lengths that I see. I touch the place where I’d find your face. My fingers in creases of distant dark places.