The Hunger Games
And Helen smiled.
Two armies were fighting over her. Shouting her name in love or in hatred. Dying for her.
She was everywhere, like weather, passing through the chaos as a goddess, untouched. She wore a white gown, and it was never sprayed with blood."
ok apparently if a duckling imprints on a human and doesn’t meet other ducklings he ends up believing he’s a human too. that’s unbelievable. what if im just a duckling with an overactive imagination. what if im just a sleeping duckling and this is all a dream
maybe we’re all ducklings