Patroclus Had A Feet Kink.

Demeter: “I wouldn’t wish that on my worst enemy.”

Demeter: I would.

Hera: “I’m not gonna sink to their level.”

Hera: I will, coward.

Hestia: “I’m the bigger person.”

Hestia: I’m not even five foot five. Give me the knife, bitch.

“i’m not the same as who i was before [x] thing happened to me” does it help to know that you would not have stayed that person regardless

My life is starting to feel like filler episodes.

it’s hot as fuck when someone isn’t afraid to show how much they want you

when i'm reblogging smth and i see the "teenage girl" tag... but i'm not a teenager anymore...

I blog for the girls who cry on their birthdays and lose a little bit of themselves during the summer months

Him*

yearning for her to the point it makes my fucking head hurt

نحن ، البشر ،كالنجوم نحترق باستمرار بينما يعتقد الآخرون

أننا نلمع

We, humans, are like stars constantly burning while others think we're shining

— aszmx.m (via @aszmxm)

You’re giggling while talking to your boyfriend at 3 a.m., and I’m giggling while reading a 100k+ Marauders fic at 3 a.m... we’re not the same.

Reaper is everything.

The respect he had for the other tributes. The grave he made for the fallen tributes. He was completely exposed and could have been killed by anyone, but recognizing those kids and respecting them the way they deserve was more important to him. The way he tore down the symbol of the government that was supposed to protect them, and used it to cover the bodies of the kids it failed so badly. His calm demeanor. The love he had for his sick and fragile district partner. The love he had for Wovey. The way he protected those gentle souls the best he could. He didn't even try to fight. He knew he wasn't going to kill any of these kids. He's the original revolution. He wasn't going to play the capitol's games. He didn't let them turn him into something he's not. He is everything good.