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beatriceeverdeen:

my—little—mockingjay:

unicorn-feelings:

FAVORITE BOOKS: Mockingjay

“My name is Katniss Everdeen. I am seventeen years old. My home is District 12. There is no District 12. I am the Mockingjay. I brought down the Capitol. President Snow hates me. He killed my sister. Now I will kill him. And then the Hunger Games will be over….”

HOW FUCKING AMAZING IS THIS! YOU MAKE ME WANT MOCKINGJAY SO BAD NOW!!!! UGH, SO AWESOME!


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“I focused on hate..and i hate her so much”


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-The Fault in Our Stars (John Green)


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What’s left for me? I’ve lost everyone, I’ve lost everything. I’ve lost myself. So no. No i’m not ok.


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katara:

sometimes im like ? but most times im like ?????????


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vvant:

advice: dont mention or explain a textpost to ur mother bc she wont laugh


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ygritties:

Fangirl challenge → Confessions Of Love → [9/10→ Tobias to Tris (Divergent)

“I have something to tell you,” he says. 
I run my fingers around the tendons in his hand and look back at him. 
“I might be in love with you.” He smiles a little. “I’m waiting until I’m sure to tell you, though.”
“That’s sensible of you,” I say, smiling too. “We should find some paper so you can make a list or chart or something.”
I feel his laughter against my side, his nose sliding along my jaw, his lips pressing behind my ear. 
“Maybe I’m already sure,” he says, “and I just don’t want to frighten you.” 
I laugh a little. “Then you should know better.”
“Fine,” he says. “Then I love you.”
I kiss him as the train slides into unlit, uncertain land. I kiss him for as long as I want, for longer than I should, given that my brother sits three feet away from me.


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