Small Grey Outline Pointer it's the things we love most that destroy us
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I know that I’m hard to love. Some days I’m all smiles and affection and then other days there’s nothing I want more than to be quiet and lie in bed.

Sometimes I get angry about stupid things and won’t want to talk to you. Other days I’ll think that you’re the most perfect person in the world.

Please don’t give up on me. I know it’s not easy but I’ll always come back to you.

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It’s really rare in your life that saying yes to something will completely change your life.”

"Sometimes you meet someone, and it’s so clear that the two of you, on some level belong together. As lovers, or as friends, or as family, or as something entirely different. You just work, whether you understand one another or you’re in love or you’re partners in crime. You meet these people throughout your life, out of nowhere, under the strangest circumstances, and they help you feel alive. I don’t know if that makes me believe in coincidence, or fate, or sheer blind luck, but it definitely makes me believe in something."

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slayboybunny:

if youre feeling like a big awkward fuck up who messes up everything just think about how if u were a character in a work of fiction sooo many people would see your perceived flaws as lovable and endearing character traits and how youd still be their favorite character to draw coffeeshop AUs of regardless

this is so uplifting

mycabinispressurised:

every time i wear a fandom shirt i think someone will recognise it and we’ll talk and stuff

but no

fahbulus:

taking selfies with my friends like

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Post-Mockingjay AU - Peeta and Katniss’ daughter learns about the Hunger Games


Title: Yellow Flicker Beat

Artist: Lorde

Played: 108522 times

drunkdilf:

bread is so fucking good man I could prob eat an entire bakery in 25 minutes or less 

He is a part of me, always will be, and I am a part of him, too. I don’t belong to Abnegation, or Dauntless, or even the Divergent. I don’t belong to the Bureau or the experiment or the fringe. I belong to the people I love, and they belong to me—they, and the love and loyalty I give them, form my identity far more than any word or group ever could. “Caleb,” I say, “I love you.” His eyes gleam with tears as he says, “I love you, too, Beatrice.” Caleb sinks to his knees. “If I don’t survive,” I say, “tell Tobias I didn’t want to leave him.”

"He lifted her up onto the table so that her face was level with his, and as they kissed it seemed that words were hiding in the air around them, that they were invisible creatures that feathered against her and Arin, then nudged, and buzzed, and tugged.
Speak, they said.
Speak, the kiss answered."

Slowly, as I would with a wounded animal, my hand stretches out and brushes a wave of hair from his forehead. He freezes at my touch, but doesn‘t recoil. So I continue to gently smooth back his hair. It‘s the first time I have voluntarily touched him since the last arena.

“You‘re still trying to protect me. Real or not real,” he whispers.

“Real,” I answer. It seems to require more explanation.“Because that‘s what you and I do. Protect each other.” 

After a minute or so, he drifts off to sleep.

salmonidblue:

"What’s your favorite album?"image

fourfinick:

I feel around for the parachute and slide my fingers inside until they close around the pearl. I sit back on my bed cross-legged and find myself rubbing the smooth iridescent surface of the pearl back and forth against my lips. For some reason, it’s soothing. A cool kiss from the giver himself.

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