do you ever just feel like you’re just completely worthless and unattractive on a physical and emotional level and you’re just never good enough because there’s always someone else that overpowers you with their pretty face and personality and you just instantly back down because you feel you have literally nothing to fight against with
Cressida, unlike many of the other Capitol-born rebels, is unfazed by the poor living conditions of District 13 and the devastation of the war, which makes her a good film director.
Peeta is the Capitol’s weapon.
I WAS NOT EXPECTING THAT LAST PART
when all you want is for your favorite character to be happy but all they get to be is dead
Raise your hand if you’re straddling the line between crippling anxiety and not giving any fucks about anything
I just want you to know, there are worlds out there, safe in the sky because of her. That there are people living in the light, and singing songs of Donna Noble. A thousand, million light years away. They will never forget her — while she can never remember. … But for one moment… one shining moment… she was the most important woman in the whole wide universe.
COLLECTION OF YORUBA ORISHAS
Not to diss on European mythologies but can we seriously have some fuckin’ recognition that there are religions and mythologies that are not Greek or Norse. Why the fuck did I learn about the Greeks 6 times but we never fucking talked about Africa or even really the mythologies and beliefs of native peoples?
(Pssst from what group are these deities from?)
The Yoruba of western Africa.
i don’t have many forever reblogs
but this one is
You’ve been here 3 days, alright? I’ve been here 3 years. x