The woods have always been our place of safety, our place beyond the reach of the Capitol, where we’re free to say what we feel, be who we are.

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fyeahroleplayingrabbit:

This happens to me all the time. Something in the RP will happen, and my muse suddenly decides that it needs to be a drama queen about it.
I feel like it annoys everyone else, so I try to wrap everything up quickly. But then I always feel a little bad that I rushed it so much. 
OTL

fyeahroleplayingrabbit:

This happens to me all the time. Something in the RP will happen, and my muse suddenly decides that it needs to be a drama queen about it.

I feel like it annoys everyone else, so I try to wrap everything up quickly. But then I always feel a little bad that I rushed it so much. 

OTL

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celebsthatcopymileycyrus:

Regular phony and impostor Lady Gaga thought she can get away with plagiarizing Miley’s iconic cage look that is a metaphor for she’s trapped and it’s her time to let go during her Can’t Be Tamed era. But for Lady Gaga it’s just another foolish attempt at getting away with copying the true queen without anyone noticing.

Maybe next time, Gag-a

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howdoesitfuckingfeel:

Me and my beautiful Dianne.  We look so happy here. You look so beautiful here, you always looked beautiful and you will always be beautiful.  One day I’m going to be able to look back and remember all the good times that we had and not cry. One day I’m going to be able to look back on all the photos that we took without shedding one tear. One day I’ll be strong enough to look back and smile at how much fun we had.  You haven’t left yet. You’re still with all of us. In our hearts. And you will continue to be by our sides for so long. Longer than you can ever imagine.  Thank you. For being such an amazing friend. Thank you for everything that you ever did for me, for everyone. Thank you for taking care of me. Thank you for putting a smile on my face when I needed it the most. Thank you for being there when I needed you. Words cannot describe how grateful I am to have ever found someone like you, to call as my best friend. Just thank you. For every single thing that I or anyone could ever possibly thank you for.  Please tell me that one day, everything is going to be okay. Hold me tight. And tell me that in the end. It’ll be perfect and that we will see each other again.  Dianne. I promise you one thing. That I will see you soon. I’m going to see you again, I will. I promise. And when that day comes around. Everything will be perfect and everything will be back to the way that it used to be. I love you.

howdoesitfuckingfeel:

Me and my beautiful Dianne.
We look so happy here. You look so beautiful here, you always looked beautiful and you will always be beautiful.
One day I’m going to be able to look back and remember all the good times that we had and not cry. One day I’m going to be able to look back on all the photos that we took without shedding one tear. One day I’ll be strong enough to look back and smile at how much fun we had.
You haven’t left yet. You’re still with all of us. In our hearts. And you will continue to be by our sides for so long. Longer than you can ever imagine.
Thank you. For being such an amazing friend. Thank you for everything that you ever did for me, for everyone. Thank you for taking care of me. Thank you for putting a smile on my face when I needed it the most. Thank you for being there when I needed you. Words cannot describe how grateful I am to have ever found someone like you, to call as my best friend. Just thank you. For every single thing that I or anyone could ever possibly thank you for.
Please tell me that one day, everything is going to be okay. Hold me tight. And tell me that in the end. It’ll be perfect and that we will see each other again.
Dianne. I promise you one thing. That I will see you soon. I’m going to see you again, I will. I promise. And when that day comes around. Everything will be perfect and everything will be back to the way that it used to be. I love you.

Peeta paints me in our meadow. My hair flows freely in the wind and his brow is creased in concentration. The remains of our district remain peaceful and the only sounds to be heard are those of nature. As he paints, a mockingjay repeats the four note melody Rue and I exchanged in the arena years ago, acting as a reminder of the loved ones we lost during the war.

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