We’re fickle, stupid beings with poor memories and a great gift for self destruction

She was my friend. I see her in the flowers that grow in the meadow by my house. I hear her in a mockingjay song. I see her in my sister Prim. She was too young—too gentle.

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bruised-words:

i wished you could realize that happiness comes in different forms. what makes someone else happy might not make you happy in the same way. stop chasing after what you perceive to give others’ happiness and find a way to make yourself happy. what makes you happy.

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i can feel the steadiness peeta brings to everything

i can feel the steadiness peeta brings to everything

collisionofghosts:

crystallizedrivulets:

kendalchristina:

This might just be my favorite thing on tumblr…

omfg.

what

collisionofghosts:

crystallizedrivulets:

kendalchristina:

This might just be my favorite thing on tumblr…

omfg.

what

Josh and Jen at Comic-Con

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Comic-Con International 2013

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Arrivals at Christian Dior

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