I am dead inside now that the hunger games series is over. Real or not real?

Real.

12 Days of Teen Wolf: Day 3 - favorite location: a school hallway

Real or not real? I am on fire. The balls of flame that erupted from the parachutes shot over the barricades, through the snowy air, and landed in the crowd. I was just turning away when one caught me, ran its tongue up the back of my body, and transformed me into something new. A creature as unquenchable as the sun. A fire mutt knows only a single sensation: agony. No sight, no sound, no feeling except the unrelenting burning of flesh. Perhaps there are periods of unconsciousness, but what can it matter if I can’t find refuge in them? I am Cinna’s bird, ignited, flying frantically to escape something inescapable. The feathers of flame that grow from my body. Beating my wings only fans the blaze. I consume myself, but to no end. Finally, my wings begin to falter, I lose height, and gravity pulls me into a foamy sea the color of Finnick’s eyes. I float on my back, which continues to burn beneath the water, but the agony quiets to pain. When I am adrift and unable to navigate, that’s when they come. The dead.                                     Closing my eyes doesn’t help. Fire burns brighter in the darkness.

The northern girl. Winterfell’s daughter.

things i wish for you in 2016:

…your own burden is a crueler one, I fear. You will have little joy of your command, but I think you have the strength in you to do the things that must be done. Kill the boy, Jon Snow. Winter is almost upon us. Kill the boy and let the man be born.

stydia meme: [4/5] episodes - 3.14

How come when we graduate we’re just expected to go our separate ways? If I’ve already found the best people in my life, why aren’t I not trying to stay with them, you know?

the 100 meme: three/five quotes

I Have Always Confused Desire With Apocalypse    — Daphne Gottlieb

House Stark Meme ★ [1/5] Starks - Robb Stark My father once told me that being a Lord is like being a father, except you have thousands of children and you worry about all of them. The farmers plowing the fields are yours to protect. The charwomen scrubbing the floors, yours to protect. The soldiers you order into battle. He told me he woke with fear in the morning and went to bed with fear in the night. I didn’t believe him. I asked him, “How can a man be brave if he’s afraid?” “That is the only time a man can be brave,” he told me.