thisrabbitsgonemad:

I PUT BLUSH ON HER SHES AN ANGEL HOLY SHIT


If you look at the fact that you have a roof over your head, food to eat, that you are young and beautiful and live in a peaceful land, then no, you have nothing to be sad about. But the fact is, we are not only a physical body, we have souls too, and sometimes our souls get sick. If you break a leg you don’t just say ‘I have no reason to have a broken leg’ and ignore it; you seek help. It’s the same when your soul gets hurt. Don’t apologize for being sad. —My doctor when I told her I had no reason to be sad (via hrive-ithiliel)


“You blew up the food?” she whispers.

“Every last bit,” I say.


misssarahspy:

the-perks-of-loving-tyler-oakley:

ms-marauder-inlove:

fappuclno:

GOD IT WAS LIKE I WAS SCROLLING THROUGH HELL

the little infinity

JESUS CHRIST

I want to put everyone through this


panempropaganda:

A mockingjay is a creature the Capitol never intended to exist.

They hadn’t anticipated its will to live.


Jennifer Lawrence in “Catching Fire”.


the-masters-fallen-angel:

geobytes:

My grandma would always x out people in her yearbook and write “Deceased” when one of her high school classmates died. We often found it morbid. Grandma wanted to be the last one living. She wanted to win.

That’s not a yearbook.

That’s a hit list.




mcry:

it makes me so happy seeing selfies that say ‘i felt cute today’ or ‘hair game strong’ it’s so good to love yourself and it’s also so hard to love yourself don’t let anyone tell you differently you’re allowed to admit you’re fucking adorable





That’s how I can go about life free as an idiot: because I have no idea what I’m doing.


panempropaganda:

Today. Tomorrow. Forever.


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