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May 17, 2012
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The next time you see sky, it’ll be over another town. The next time you take a test, it’ll be in some other school. Our parents, they want the bestest stuff for us. But right now they gotta do what’s right for them, ‘cause it’s their time.
Their time, up there. Down here it’s our time. It’s our time down here.

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May 15, 2012
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May 10, 2012
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thesheepwearinglace: cutmyselfslappingthatface: worldsonlyconsultingtimelord: ordinary-notmydivision: “When you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth.” in Gallifreyan by phantoms-siren I DON’T KNOW WHAT MY FACE LOOKS LIKE RIGHT NOW BUT IT FEELS LIKE PURE BLISS.  TATTOO TO END ALL TATTOOS RIGHT HERE. NO. WORDS. - LV I’M FUCKING DYING. SOMEONE. SEND HELP. DEAR GOD.

thesheepwearinglace:

cutmyselfslappingthatface:

worldsonlyconsultingtimelord:

ordinary-notmydivision:

“When you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth.” in Gallifreyan

by phantoms-siren

I DON’T KNOW WHAT MY FACE LOOKS LIKE RIGHT NOW BUT IT FEELS LIKE PURE BLISS.  TATTOO TO END ALL TATTOOS RIGHT HERE.

NO. WORDS. - LV

I’M FUCKING DYING. SOMEONE. SEND HELP. DEAR GOD.

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May 02, 2012
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hoje mais do que nunca.

hoje mais do que nunca.

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April 26, 2012
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April 21, 2012
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poehlerizer:

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March 30, 2012
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March 30, 2012
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March 26, 2012
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I want to do something, right here, right now, to shame them, to make them accountable, to show the Capitol that whatever they do or force us to do there is a par of every tribute they can’t own. That Rue was more than a piece in their Games. And so am I. A few steps into the woods grows a bank of wildflowers. Perhaps they are really weeds of some sort, but they have blossoms in beautiful shades of violet and yellow and white. I gather up an armful and come back to Rue’s side. Slowly, one stem at a time, I decorate her body in the flowers. Covering the ugly wound. Wreathing her face. Weaving her hair in bright colors. They’ll have to show it. Or, even if they choose to turn the cameras elsewhere at this moment, they’ll have to bring them back when they collect the bodies and everyone will see her then and know I did it. I step back and take one last look at Rue. She could really be asleep in that meadow after all. “Bye, Rue,” I whisper. I press the three middle fingers of my left hand against my lips and hold them out in her direction. Then I walk away without looking back.

I want to do something, right here, right now, to shame them, to make them accountable, to show the Capitol that whatever they do or force us to do there is a par of every tribute they can’t own. That Rue was more than a piece in their Games. And so am I. A few steps into the woods grows a bank of wildflowers. Perhaps they are really weeds of some sort, but they have blossoms in beautiful shades of violet and yellow and white. I gather up an armful and come back to Rue’s side. Slowly, one stem at a time, I decorate her body in the flowers. Covering the ugly wound. Wreathing her face. Weaving her hair in bright colors. They’ll have to show it. Or, even if they choose to turn the cameras elsewhere at this moment, they’ll have to bring them back when they collect the bodies and everyone will see her then and know I did it. I step back and take one last look at Rue. She could really be asleep in that meadow after all. “Bye, Rue,” I whisper. I press the three middle fingers of my left hand against my lips and hold them out in her direction. Then I walk away without looking back.

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March 25, 2012
"In a word, I was too cowardly to do what I knew to be right, as I had been too cowardly to avoid doing what I knew to be wrong."

— ― Charles Dickens, Great Expectations