Make no mistake about people who leap from burning windows. Their terror of falling from a great height is still just as great as it would be for you or me standing speculatively at the same window just checking out the view; i.e. the fear of falling remains a constant. The variable here is the other terror, the fire’s flames: when the flames get close enough, falling to death becomes the slightly less terrible of two terrors. It’s not desiring the fall; it’s terror of the flames. And yet nobody down on the sidewalk, looking up and yelling ‘Don’t!’ and ‘Hang on!’, can understand the jump. Not really. You’d have to have personally been trapped and felt flames to really understand a terror way beyond falling.

David Foster Wallace 

(Source: monotronix)

People. Use this Hunger Games fic rec list. I spent time on it.

Hunger Games recs, namely Peeta/Katniss. I spent serious time on this shit, so please check it out and spread it kiddos. I also will add that if you’ve tried everything on that list to check out DustWriter—she has fics on fanfiction.net that I need to add the rec list but have been too lazy to do so.

Need to start monitoring my intake again.

didn’t eat today and almost passed out in the parking lot at barnes and noble

heh