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I don’t trust the ocean, either; it would kill me as soon as not. It doesn’t mean I’m afraid of it.
(i suck at photoshop so this is all you’re gonna get, sorry)
it’s going to be my second christmas on tumblr and i decided to do a follow forever! i follow quite a lot of blogs, so if you didn’t make it in this ff i’m honestly sorry but i still love you.
i just want to thank everyone for making my dash such a pretty place and putting up with me, i know it can be hard. i decided not to bold anyone, bc it would probably end up with everyone being bolded.
best of the best:
flawless people that you should follow:
finniqe, hiddlesantah, fruitcakefinnick, jennielawr, heylittlewolf, jessidays, hermioneys, izzyightwood, effietrlnket, elfderwand, jabberjayed, fodairr, finnicksjingleballs, finnickodoirs, jakesgyllenhaals, happilyis, fallinwinchesters, felicityqueenss, jeregilbert, heartmomsen, hawtornes, isaac-sleighey
odairclaus, noteverdeen, mockingreindeer, odhairs, kaxtniss, leveosah, mockingkiss, lydialaheyss, normanreedas, nayarivrera, marshkings, lovesaroundga, lydiaswailing, laheysqueen, lovelyhstiles, mistletoesteferine, mishule, laheys, leave-me-hypnotized-love
omg thank you so much :)
Adam and Aaron Anderson.
I’m sitting in my room, sitting in the dark, struggling to reconcile Adam with his new sibling who is really nothing more than a boy, a child who hates his father and as a result, a child who made a series of very unfortunate decisions in life.
2 very different sets of choices.
2 very different lives.
I’d like to say don’t look up to me. I’d like to say be happy and go wherever makes you happy, listen to yourself and stay grounded. Stay true to yourself and think of that every day.
I'm not an angel i don't return library books. I steal illegal music off the internet. I lie to my mom. I am completely ordinary.
EXCUSE ME person whose url i have never seen before why am i not on your follow forever
I know this would have happened anyway. That what I need to survive is not Gale’s fire, kindled with rage and hatred. I have plenty of fire myself. What I need is the dandelion in the spring. The bright yellow that means rebirth instead of destruction. The promise that life can go on, no matter how bad our losses. That it can be good again. And only Peeta can give me that.