- haymitch: we want you in our club, kid
- katniss: really?
- cinna: IF you can wear the CAPE OF FIRE
- katniss: o-k
- cinna: FROM THIS MOMENT ON, YOU WILL BE CALLED GIRL ON FIRE
- haymitch, effie and peeta: GIRL ON FIRE HOOHAHA
AND SUGAR WE’RE GOING DOWN SWINGING
I’LL YOUR BE YOUR NUMBER ONE WITH A BULLET
ALUDIGA CORNFLAKES COCKITEN BOOLA
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(via dorkvader)
they’re filling his guuuut
(via sugarinmyhigh)
Stop.
Stop haunting me.
It should be easy.
As easy as when you stopped
wanting me.
Does it break my heart, of course, every moment of every day, into more pieces than my heart was made of, I never thought of myself as quiet, much less silent, I never thought about things at all, everything changed, the distance that wedged itself between me and my happiness wasn’t the world, it wasn’t the bombs and burning buildings, it was me, my thinking, the cancer of never letting go, is ignorance bliss, I don’t know, but it’s so painful to think, and tell me, what did thinking ever do for me, to what great place did thinking ever bring me? I think and think and think, I’ve thought myself out of happiness one million times, but never once into it.
Jonathan Safran Foer (via belongingness)
(via belongingness)
Didn’t leave my cave the whole day.
Still can’t get over what happened yesterday.
4 days ago on January 25, 2012 at 04:07am
To me, it is not about getting over things and moving forward, it is about going through the sadness, taking some of it with you and being made whole because of it. I cry every time I listen to it.
Justin Vernon’s mother on Re: Stacks (via maddierose)
(via maddierose)
if he knew what i had to tell him he showed no sign. and in his eyes i could see he would not respond the way i desired. he didnt feel the same.
As if to build a fence around the fatal emptiness inside her, she had to create a sunny person that she became. But if you peeled away the ornamental egos that she had built, there was only an abyss of nothingness and the intense thirst that came with it. Though she tried to forget it, the nothingness would visit her periodically - on a lonely rainy afternoon, or at dawn when she woke up from a nightmare. What she needed at such times was to be held by someone, anyone.
Haruki Murakami, 1Q84 (via llibre)
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