When I was 6 my brother told me that old people sag because they’re being pulled to hell and I cried
and for the really talented
WHOEVER BUYS THIS FOR ME WINS MY ETERNAL LOVE
I OWN THIS
EVERY MORNING HE SAYS SOMETHING DIFFERENT ABOUT HOW THE WORLD NEEDS YOU AND YOU HAVE TO GET UP
AND WHEN YOU PRESS THE BUTTON TO HUSH HIM HE SAYS “DEFTLY DONE, MADAM,” OR “IF IT’S NOT TOO FORWARD OF ME, THAT DID TICKLE, MADAM”
IT WAKES YOU UP WITH THE SOUND OF CHIRPING BIRDS BEFORE STEPHEN FRY’S VOICE
EVERYONE SHOULD HAVE ONE
THIS IS LIKE JARVIS.
A REAL JARVIS EXCEPT HE’S A CLOCK.
I WANT ONE
There are 2 ways to tag a photo of a celebrity:
For real, though, finding so many amazing Gale fans made this fandom fun for me again. You are all so lovely. And I don’t know what it is about people who love Gale, but you all write some heartbreaking and wonderful meta. So in honor of Catching Fire, just wanted to say you guys are the absolute best.
Oh yeah nice group picture it’s sweet.
technically it’s a selfie
accepted pronouns are “my liege” and “your majesty”
Merry Unbirthday, to you all!
Statistics prove you’ve one birthday! Imagine that one birthday every year. Ah but there are 364 unbirthdays!
sometimes i think about suzanne collins named her baker character peeta
she thought to herself “yeah, this is clever” and ran with it. She named her baker Pita with two e’s
mellark also means cake or pie
are you fucking kidding me
Remember when Spongebob was feasting on his own torn off arms.
When Mr. Krabs broke off his leg and still went back to bed
When spongebob’s leg bones tore through his entire body and he was still chill.
When Patrick’s entire head exploded and he was still capable of communication.
Or when Spongebob exploded and his flesh rained from the sky and everyone was calm about it.
Spongebob was fucking metal.
This is how many children that died in their Hunger Games, without even being mentioned throughout the three books. All these children were under 18. All these children had parents. All these parents’ hearts sank to their knees during their child’s reaping. All these parents saw their terrified child off at the train station. All these parents heard the sound that signified their child’s death. All these parents received their cold, dead child in a wooden box. All these parents’ lives ended there. All these parents could say or do nothing. All these parents were merely thanked that they gave up their child. Thanked.
And the media focuses on the love triangle.
All these children and all these parents aren’t real
my favourite thing