"You’re alive," I whisper, pressing my palms against my cheeks, feeling the smile that’s so wide it must look like a grimace. Peeta’s alive. And a traitor. But at the moment, I don’t care. Not what he says, or who he says it for, only that he is still capable of speech.
I just LOVE the animation here. The part with just their hands looks real. And I love the way Gothel’s fingers go from motherly gentle touch to creepy and evil. Beautiful
#I really apprecciate this gif#because when you’re in an abusive relationship often nothing seems wrong until you try to stand up for yourself#that loving pat tranforms into a claw when she defends herself#but really it was a claw all along(via)
someone once said that “you don’t really know someone until you say no to them”
“We delight in
the beauty of the butterfly,
but rarely admit
it has gone through
to achieve that beauty.”
― Maya Angelou
[Guy Catling Collage Art]
I love people who make me laugh. I honestly think it’s the thing I like most, to laugh. It cures a multitude of ills. It’s probably the most important thing in a person.
Audrey Hepburn (via realizes)
we teach kids the periodic table but not the targaryen family tree? let’s get the focus back on education, folks.