i-like-pigeons:

thebubblyblonde:

mass-destruction:

cuemypulse:

iamsuperbat:

offmytitsonhappiness:

Can we just stop and appreciate Nicki Minaj’s face for a moment. She looks genuinely very concerned for Josh here, like she thinks he was actually in an arena full of kids trying to kill him, and is confused as to why no one else finds this as shocking as she does.

What do you expect? People from the Capitol just don’t understand.

People from the Capitol just don’t understand.

People from the Capitol just don’t understand.

People from the Capitol just don’t understand.

People from the Capitol just don’t understand.

THIS POST DESERVES MY REBLOG

(Source: elizabethgillies, via avenge-the-mocking-j4ys)

“You know what’s sad about reading books? It’s that you fall in love with the characters. They grow on you. And as you read, you start to feel what they feel - all of them - you become them. And when you’re done, you’re never the same. Sure you’re still you, you look the same, talk in the same manner, but something in you has changed. Something in the way you think, the way you choose, sometimes, even the things you say may differ. But it all comes down to the state you go to after a nice novel. The after-feeling. It’s amazing, but somehow, you feel left alone by that world you were once in. It’s overwhelming. But it makes you sad. Cause for once you were this, this otherworldly being in… Neverwhere, and then you suddenly have to say goodbye after a few weeks from when you read the last page. When you’ve recovered from that state it’s just… quite sad.”

—

Suzanne Collins, The Hunger Games

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So true

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This is me.