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Jules of Nature
Peter Solarz
Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ

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Sweet Seals For You, Always
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
we're not kids anymore.

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❣ Chile in a Photography ❣

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styofa doing anything
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@strongerthanloss
Whatever it takes to break you | Mockingjay, Part 1
A lot of people come by to talk to me, but I make all their words sound like the clicking of the insects in the jungle. Meaningless and distant. Dangerous, but only if approached. Whenever the words start to become distinct, I moan until they give me more painkiller and that fixes things right up.Until one time, I open my eyes and find someone I cannot block out looking down at me. Someone who will not plead, or explain, or think he can alter my design with entreaties, because he alone really knows how I operate.“Gale,” I whisper.
screw writing strong women. write interesting women. write well-rounded women. write complicated women. write a woman who kicks ass, write a woman who cowers in a corner. write a woman who’s desperate for a husband. write a woman who doesn’t need a man. write women who cry, women who rant, women who are shy, women who don’t take no shit, women who need validation and women who don’t care what anybody thinks. they are all okay, and all those things could exist in the same woman. women shouldn’t be valued because we are strong, or kick-ass, but because we are people. so don’t focus on writing characters who are strong. write characters who are people.
A bit more muted. More like … sunset.
What happened to the pretty little girl dresses? I outgrew them.
yesterday we were just children;
Made beautiful by Cinna’s hands, desirable by Peeta’s confession.
I look back to the crowd, but the faces of Rue’s mother and father swim before my eyes. Their sorrow. Their loss. I turn spontaneously to Chaff and offer my hand. I feel my fingers close around the stump that now completes his arm and hold fast.
And then it happens. Up and down the row, the victors begin to join hands. Some right away, like the morphlings, or Wiress and Beetee. Others unsure but caught up in the demands of those around them, like Brutus and Enobaria. By the time the anthem plays its final strains, all twenty-four of us stand in one unbroken line in what must be the first public show of unity among the districts since the Dark Days. You can see the realization of this as the screens begin to pop into blackness. It’s too late, though. In the confusion they didn’t cut us off in time. Everyone has seen.
There will come a time, When the walls no longer hold, And we will survive no more, But until that time, We must learn and fight, Learn to be strong
Unforgiving
Stupid people are dangerous…
remember, we’re madly in love, so it’s all right to kiss me anytime you feel like it (insp)