"You are here to finish me off, sweetheart?"

Hunger Games, Once, Divergent, Vampire Diaries, Harry Potter Student 10% - Fangirl 90% DEATH CAUSE: 2 much fangirling relationshipstatus: in love with my otps 3231224

[kttniss]

[peetamellarkthebaker]

[mellarksdauntlesscake-blog]

Beetee probably: If Finnick's death was written into Mockingjay by man, surely it can be unwritten.

[mockingjaeys]

[mockingjalie]

[maliatale]

“I’ll tell them how I survive it. I’ll tell them that on bad mornings, it feels impossible to take pleasure in things because I’m afraid it could be taken away. That’s when I make a list in my head of every act of goodness I’ve seen someone do. It’s like a game. Repetitive. Even a little tedious after more than twenty years. But there are much worse games to play.”

[eathons-deactivated20230818]

She’s the face of the rebellion. They’ll follow her.

[gaby9706]

I love this.

[storybrookemirror]

[x] [x]

[kiliansemma]

[rafa-marquez]

[mellarksdauntlesscake-blog]

 Mexico vs Cameroon 1-0. (07/13/2014)

[emilystonedaily]

Emma Stone and Andrew Garfield for Teen Vogue photographed in 2012 by Josh Olins 

[secretsnsugarcubes]

[johannamasoen]

[hotmailmyheart]

don’t you hate it when you’re reading a chapter and then it’s coming to its climax and omg what’s gonna happen, then woops, your eyes dart to the last line and you spoil yourself and hate yourself for it

[andthenisay]

this is why, in particularly intense reading situations, i physically put my hand over the bottom of the page so i can’t accidentally spoil myself.

i take this shit seriously.

[veganvibez]

do you know how scary it is to acknowledge how strong your feelings are for someone and your brain is like “maybe you love them” and you’re like SHUT THE FUCK UP BRAIN YOU DONT KNOW SHIT

[runiqu]

My brother killed himself on the twenty-eighth Thursday of last year and I missed four days of work and my mom wanted to know ‘Why’. My brother he was always a fan of beauty but what he did was not beautiful at all. And last week I got the news that one of my good friends from high school had overdosed (again) except this time she’d gone too far and now she was gone. And I had a hard time falling asleep at night and her mother hugged me tight and thanked me for coming to the service but I did not want to be there at all. This is not beautiful. The girl down the street would’ve turned 21 last year and I can scarcely imagine the wild times she would’ve (should’ve) had. But she is buried six feet deep after falling nearly 300 and she did not leave a note. This is not beautiful. My freshman year of college and my roommate was beautiful and how I wanted to be just like her. But she wore herself down till she was almost invisible and if you blinked you had to go and find her all over again. So now her parents are no longer supporting her college tuition but are paying her hospital bills watching their daughter crumble. This is not beautiful. So y’all can take your narcissistic romanticizing and glamorizing of self harm and eating disorders and committing suicide and shove them as far up your ass as you possibly can. Starvation is not beautiful. Killing yourself is not beautiful. Sadness is not beautiful. This note I am writing is not beautiful. But you you are beautiful and it’s about damn time you start believing it.

(via runiqu)