If I were in the Hunger Games I would use one of the parachutes and gift containers and put all kinds of poisonous berries in them and then climb trees and send them down to unsuspecting tributes. Oh, you thought you were getting a nice fruit salad? Think again. POISON.
Mr. Darcy:but I'm going to act coldly distant to you for a long time, then awkwardly admit my undying love to you and save you from liking a horrible liar and gambler, then propose to you, telling you I love you not for your beauty but for your mind.
“My rule is that I will sign anything anywhere for anyone, except bare skin. I used to say that I would happily sign bare skin, but A. I am a married man, and B. no one ever wanted me to sign their bare skin, and it got kind of depressing.”—John Green (x) (via gnen)