A’landi royalty.
whenever he comes home, he came back to be the person i do not know. back to a house i do not remember being familiar with as we do so in ours. it is a house where everything seemed strange to you; unsaid words felt like ones that have never even pass your lips. said in whisper and hurry; secrets only these walls echoing the sound of our phone calls ever knew. i know here we are but buried dreams and dangerous hopes, the closest we've ever been to a truth. i hope one day when you come back it is your home, and mine too. and we will laugh all day. we will on phone calls all day. we will say; good night. i love you. i miss you. as free as we can. how much as we wants. how i’ll pay a high price to be able to love you the loudest. i’m sorry ours have to be the quietest.
Reblogged
my brother's keeper (poem from here)
“what happened in the arena? that’s humanity undressed. the tributes. and you, too. how quickly civilization disappears. all your fine manners, education, family background, everything you pride yourself on, stripped away in the blink of an eye, revealing everything you actually are. a boy with a club who beats another boy to death. that’s mankind in its natural state.”
– dr. gaul, from the ballad of songbirds and snakes (2020) by suzanne collins
you know when you think about it coryo was just a pissy teenager like any of us some of his dialogues are funny as hell. for example is when mrs. plinth starts making a conversation about her first night in capitol and his inner monologue is just like girl i don’t fucking care. or when dr. gaul tended his wound and said that she used to be obstetrician back in the day and he’s like how fucking awful to have you be the first person in the world a baby sees. he’s just like me.