My activity spikes every Wednesday because of this post
always reblog on a wednesday, that’s the rule.
Dammit its Wednesday and I would have been rethinking scrolling past this all day if I didn’t reblog
Are you fighting, Katniss? Are you here to fight with us?
"Dear Mrs. Ward, I"m writing this after getting sentenced, because I don’t want you to think I’m only writing so the judge will go easy on me. I thought we were going for a pizza, Mrs. Ward, honest. But I’ve realised, that doesn’t make me innocent. See, if I’d not been born, I wouldn’t have been able to drive them, and your Thomas would still be alive. So that’s kind of a guilt. It’s not really a guilty guilt, it’s more of an innocent guilt, but it’s a guilt just the same. And it’s easier to do 5 and a half years thinking like that, than 5 and a half years thinking I’m innocent. I’m really sorry Mrs. Ward. Really, really, sorry."