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They are so damn cute!!! ❤❤

i love you.

love in the air | episode 7

  I’ve had this meme on my Tumblr page for years. Literally, years.  Recently, I noticed that they removed it for “Violating Tumblr’s Community Guidelines.”   Really?! Where? How? I know that ceiling is terrifying, but, seriously…

58 year old tyrannical President Snow choking to death on the poison he consumed to murder the parade master

Teenage Haymitch:

What an unsurprising & completely expected turn of events that literally everyone saw coming 😮

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I was just rewatching Frozen II and I have a few thoughts regarding Elsa being the 5th spirit.

When this movie first came out I thought it was stupid that ice was the fifth element, however that isn't exactly true. Elsa is, not ice. Firstly she is a connection between the spirits and humans as she is the only human spirit. Secondly, her powers have some elements of each of the spirits. While her connection to water is obvious, she is also connected to fire, air, and earth. This might be a stretch but her ability to make snow and ice fly is her connection to air. Her ability to melt her creations is her connection to fire, along with her being able to help tame the wild nature of fire. The earth one could be a lot of things but I would say her being able to create structures could be one or how she can create life since there are multiple earth giants, this one I'm still kinda working out. However this kinda connects to the third reason it works. That she has the ability to create life, unlike any of the others. I don't understand the earth giants, but it seems like it's just them representing the live earth. Elsa has created multiple forms of life and have protected them.

But idk. This is all just a theory, a FILM THEORY!!! Thanks for reading.

These children deserved better. The best we can do now is remember them and prevent something like this from ever happening again.

so can we start hunting down white liberals now or what

I'm sobbing now

my heart is still completely shattered

Me fr

No thanks.

I act out in hopes that I won't be left alone. I speak loudly in hopes that people will listen. I take fast in hopes that I don't bore people. I say everything I can in hopes that people won't forget. I do so much to try and have friends but at the end of the day I'm just the weird girl who says unhinged stuff. I just want to not feel alone for once. I want to be able to do the things I dream about with someone else. I sacrifice what I want so that someone will stick with me, but I never get that in return. I let them treat me like shit because at least they acknowledge me. I'm alone even when I'm surrounded by my friends because I know they would choose each other over me.

“you see, that’s what abuse does to you, you know. it made me this sticking plaster for all of life’s weirdos. this open wound for them to sniff at. I knew she was mad and I knew she was dangerous. but she flattered me and that was enough.”

— baby reindeer

when a Netflix show gives you an answer that therapy hasn’t been able to give, you need to hit pause and contemplate a bit. why have I always attracted the crazy ones? the ones that any “normal” person would see from afar and turn the other way. why have I, though, ran up to them and invited them in? why have I sat nights studying their hearts and minds and telling them they are not shitty people when all evidence tells otherwise. why did I make myself some sort of remand home? why didn’t I believe people when they told me how horrible they were as people? when they showed me? how is it that I always managed to attract them? a sticking plaster for all of life’s weirdos. how to stop being one? but also if you believe you are one of them too, wouldn’t you want to be around them? because you know you don’t belong with the “normal” ones. they don’t get the messy parts, the deranged parts, the problematic, concerning, twisty parts of you. the crazies do. they see those parts of you and they don’t make you feel bad about it and they validate you. so maybe that’s why you let them sniff at you like an open wound. but you know there has to be a difference, a clear demarcation between crazies and weirdos with a good heart and kind soul and those with a rotten heart and a bloody soul. I know there is. I am that difference.