[robertdowneyjrs]

Cause for the first time in forever,  Oh I’m such a fool, I can’t be free!     You don’t have to be afraid, No escape from the storm inside of me!  We can work this out together, I can’t control the curse!                           We’ll reverse the storm you’ve made, Anna, please, you’ll only make it worse! Don’t panic, There’s so much fear!

[tbsolonely]

[davidragifs]

[orangeskins]

[curlflop-deactivated20190708]

WAS IT NECESSARY TO MAKE THE REBLOG BUTTON TEAL

WAS IT

I STILL CANT FIX A TAG WITHOUT ERASING THE ENTIRE THING AND YOU CHANGE THE COLOR OF THE REBOLG BUTTON

WHAT THE F U C K ARE UOU DOING

[fuckyeahselenita]

[afrohazza-blog]

Selena accepting her Unite4:Humanity Young Humanitarian Award

[kris-jongdae]

my whole life is just one big kkaebsong

[bbbbbbbbbbbbbbb-8-deactivated20]

[jennacoleman-]

[kaimint]

“I want to indulge you.”

[emiliaclarke]

[stevesbucky]

[mockingdream-deactivated2014083]

Outside of acting I’m phenomenally unskilled.

[luhanslullaby]

[shordibynature]

To everyone that thought that mid season finales were a good idea.

[shxxvvood]

[worickarcangelo-blog]

When I hear the screams of the crowd, I think it’s because I must look stunning. Then I notice something is rising up around me. Smoke. From fire. Not the flickery stuff I wore last year in the chariot, but something much more real that devours my dress. I begin to panic as the smoke thickens. Charred bits of black silk swirl in the air, and pearls clatter to the stage. Somehow I’m not afraid to stop because my flesh doesn’t seem to be burning and I know Cinna must be behind whatever is happening. So I keep spinning and spinning. For a split second I’m gasping, completely engulfed in the strange flames. Then all at once, the fire is gone. I slowly come to a stop, wondering if I’m naked and why Cinna has arranged to burn away my wedding dress. But I’m not naked. I’m in a dress of the exact same design of my wedding dress, only it’s the color of coal and made of tiny feathers. Wonderingly, I lift my long, flowing sleeves into the air, and that’s when I see myself on the television screen. Clothed in black except for the white patches on my sleeves. Or should I say my wings. Because Cinna has turned me into a mockingjay.