my fall look today is winged eyeliner, plum lipstick, and a look on my face like i’m fucking your boyfriend and can’t wait for you to find out.
My fall look is simple liner with bold lashes, burgundy lipstick, a gleam in my eyes that let’s men know that I’ll suck their dick, their money out of their bank accounts, and the souls right out of their bodies.
this is my favorite post on tumblr currently
Asking the real questions
Ironic thing it’s your brain’s fault. Your brain is stopping your body from using it’s full strength for every task so as to not horribly injure yourself. Example: the human bite has enough power to bite clean through a finger as easily as if it were a carrot stick. Our higher brain tells us, no don’t do that, that’s a bad idea. But theoretically once infected with a zombie virus the higher functioning of your brain that tells you doing that will injure you is turned off and the only important need is the need to feed. Even at the cost of your own body.
Bunny hopping on snow.
i got 99 problems and 97 of them are due by the end of the week
“Actually, I painted a picture of Rue,” Peeta says. “How she looked after Katniss had covered her in flowers.”
There’s a long pause at the table while everyone absorbs this. “And what exactly were you trying to accomplish?” Haymitch asks in a very measured voice.
“I’m not sure. I just wanted to hold them accountable, if only for a moment,” says Peeta. “For killing that little girl.”
Ok, moment of talking about this…
First off, you realize (at least in the books) Peeta never saw how Rue looked covered in flowers?! The Capitol never showed that footage, it was too inflamatory. So even when the Victor (or in their case the Victors) re-saw their games in the closing ceremonies, he didn’t see Katniss cover Rue in flowers (they showed her singing though), so he literally painted that by his memory of what Rue looked like and how Katniss described it, alone. And the Gamemakers knew what it was. They knew what he was doing and it scared them. While Katniss was always the shocking Girl on Fire, Peeta was the soft-spoken boy in love with her. That was what the Capitol’s image was of him… but right then, he shows to be just as angry, just as passionate and just as rebellious as Katniss. While Katniss has shocked everyone with her dresses, her actions against the Capitol in both games, and later the war, and has the government scared of her and trying to kill her because of it, Peeta’s thing runs even deeper in that moment. Peeta’s painting reminds them that Rue wasn’t just some little prop, some random tribute that Katniss covered in flowers and sang to at one point… she was a little girl. A little girl that they helped kill. And he didn’t even need to put it into words.
Seriously, Peeta is pretty badass and brave and anyone who says shit about him will feel my wrath.
Why did the US government shut down? How did Panem come to existence? Who was the first President? What happened to the other continents?
I am planning to see how many notes this gets, and once it gets a fair amount, I plan to send a letter to Suzanne Collins and ask her to make a new series about this topic.
bluestiel and castielsass' annual tumblr giveaway!
harmony and i decided to do another tumblr giveaway because the last one worked out so well- except this time bigger. nevertheless we wanted to do something to appreciate our followers.Prizes:
there will be FIVE winners.
- the first winner gets a 100$ visa gift card along with two items that are listed above
- the second winner will get a 50$ visa gift card along with one item that is listed above
- and the three third winners will get a 25$ visa gift card along with one item listed aboveRules:
- must be following us: Jenna & Harmony (we will be checking)
- reblogs only; likes are permitted but will not count. reblog as many times as you want. (note: blogs created for the purpose of only reblogging this will not win.)Deadline:
- we will stop counting reblogs on January 13th at 11:59, central time.How It Works
- the first prize winner will get first choice at the items listed above, the second winner next, and the three third winners in the order that they were chosen.
- winners will be picked randomly and will be given 24 hours to claim their prize or we will choose another winner.
- we will ship to anywhere, and you don’t have to pay for it.
- this means you have to be comfortable in giving us your address, but of course it’ll only be used for the purposes of shipping the merchandise.
- if a certain item doesn’t work for you or you’re not a part of the fandom we can always talk it out and get you something better c:GOOD LUCK ヽ(*・ω・)ﾉ
you miss childhood so much you try dressing like you would if you were seven again. sneakers and frilly socks. big t-shirts and messy hair, because you’ve stopped caring about perfect hair. you don’t mind getting your knees dirty or scabs on your shins. those pains don’t make you flinch. those pains don’t talk to you at night. those pains don’t hurt like the hurt you’ve really felt. the type of hurt that can’t be pin pointed or fixed with copious amounts of Neosporin. you don’t worry about how you’ll feel in the morning until the morning comes. you bite the skin off the tips of your fingers like your aiming for the bone. because the stress and pain hits you bone deep. bone deep. its almost romantic sounding. but isn’t being so broken such a romantic thing anymore? sad music doesn’t even phase you. its all you know. instrumentals lined with tiny violins and crying cellos. you lay back in the grass and close your eyes. you try forgetting about the city surrounding you. the heat rises from the pavement and grips your lungs like my hands grip the small of your neck. the sun beats down on you like you owe it money. but you don’t sweat. this is the small stuff. ice coffee and a bagel with cream cheese. start your day happy. fall apart at the end. repeat. things get better. then they get worse. three months of total bliss for three months of total shit. thats the way life works right? it always gets better though. be still.
Everyone who reblogs this will get the title of a book to read based on their bio/posts.
Everyone. I mean it.
THIS IS THE BEST POST
I HAVE EVER SEEN
they really do mean everyone
Shit and teachers be acting like they knew what the fuck they wanted to be. I bet they were more confused as us