still upset that the films never acknowledge that Peeta loses a limb in the first arena and goes through the Quarter Quell with a prosthetic leg
or that Katniss has suffered permanent hearing loss in one of her ears and now requires a hearing aid
or, you know, the Avoxes
because, you know, why show disabled people doing things
Poetry, she thought, wasn’t written to be analyzed; it was meant to inspire without reason, to touch without understanding.
Nicholas Sparks, The Notebook.
(Source: observando, via quite-continental)
Taking a stand for myself this time because I’m not going to be sniffling little girl I was last time.
And fuck every one of you that used to harass me online.
Want to know what makes me mad?
The fact that I stopped wearing my septum ring because I was selfconscious from all the moo-ing people did at me during high school. Fuck ya’ll.
Date someone who is interested in you. I don’t mean someone who thinks you’re cute or funny. I mean someone who wants to know every insignificant detail about you. Someone who wants to read every word you write. Someone who wants hear every note of your favourite song, and watch every scene of your favourite movie. Someone wants to find every scar upon your body, and learn where each one came from. Someone who wants to know your favourite brand of toothpaste, and which quotes resonate deep inside your bones when you hear them. There is a difference between attraction and interest. Find the person who wants to learn every aspect of who you are.
(Source: kushandwizdom, via lysssxx)