matchsticks and finger clicks.
Some people are interested in seeing my face. I for one, can see no benefit in viewing what has already been critiqued.
“Or is it like, heroin. And you’re like “Hum, I’m gonna work the rest of my life to get more of that”. Heroin’s kind of a dark comparison… let’s go with chocolate.”
— Nathan on kissing Stana.
What are you doing here?
I moved back.
What?
I moved back.
But… why?
Just… wanted to.
(via robinhoodly)
(via not-accioandrea)
(via -redux)
i really don’t want to be one of those people who just does something as a career for the sake of having a job or one of those people who hates their job but stays in it because they need the money, i want to spend everyday doing something i love even if i’m not making a lot of money i just want to wake up without feeling dread or without the feeling of i shouldve done something else with my life
(via chekhovs)
(via hell0-sunshine)
Fries or salad?
(via winterfellings)
(via planets-bend-between-us)
You want to see what I got you today?
It’s a mockingjay pin.
As long as you have it, nothing bad will happen to you.
I promise.
(via -redux)
Suddenly I am furious, that with my life on the line, they don’t even have the decency to pay attention to me. That I’m being upstaged by a dead pig. My heart starts to pound, I can feel my face burning. Without thinking, I pull an arrow from my quiver and send it straight at the Gamemakers’ table. I hear shouts of alarm as people stumble back. The arrow skewers the apple in the pig’s mouth and pins it to the wall behind it. Everyone stares at me in disbelief.
“Thank you for your consideration.”
(via ihavemanyskills)
(via awonderousthing)
