Because I’m gonna buy this place and see it b u r n ;
and do back the things it did to you in r e t u r n .
starting today all blogs without the following image will be deleted within 24 hours
i’m not even afraid of deletion. i just want this image on my blog
EVERYTIME I SEE THIS ITS A DIFFERENT IMAGE
My name is Katniss Everdeen. I am seventeen years old. My home is District 12. I was in the Hunger Games. I escaped. The capitol hates me.
I literally have no self control when I’m reading books I’ll skip like 6 paragraphs and read the dialogue and then feel bad and go back and read the paragraphs it’s a vicious cycle
I’ve figured out the hotel wifi! Now just to figure out how to set up a queue…
Hi! Just letting you all know that I’m going on holiday tomorrow and I won’t have any internet access. I’ll be back on the 10th August 😊
“You’re a painter. You’re a baker. You like to sleep with the windows open. You never take sugar in your tea. And you always double-knot your shoelaces.”
how did they learn to translate languages into other languages how did they know which words meant what HOW DID TH
English Person: *Points at an apple* Apple
French Person: Non c’est une fucking pomme
*800 years of war*
"C’est une fucking pomme" is now my favourite phrase
right up there with Viva la pluto
I used to think that when people fell in love, they just landed where they landed, and they had no choice in the matter afterward. And maybe that’s true of beginnings, but it’s not true of this, now. I fell in love with him. But I don’t just stay with him by default as if there’s no one else available to me. I stay with him because I choose to, every day that I wake up, every day that we fight or lie to each other or disappoint each other. I choose him over and over again, and he chooses me.