The mockingjay lives.
remember swine flu reblog if ur a tru 2009 kid
when im dead sext me through a ouija board
Bless whoever looked at a picture of two mountains and thought of this.
“I don’t think people love me. They love versions of me I have spun for them, versions of me they have construed in their minds. The easy versions of me, the easy parts of me to love.” — (via bridgesx)
Deep in the meadow, under the willow
A bed of grass, a soft green pillow
Lay down your head, and close your sleepy eyes
And when you awake, the sun will rise.
Here it’s safe, here it’s warm
Here the daisies guard you from harm
Here your dreams are sweet and tomorrow brings them true
Here is the place where I love you.
→ now you see me (2013)
You’re different. You don’t fit into a category. They can’t control you. They call it Divergent. You can’t let them find out about you.