every time i open tumblr tonight all i can think of is suzanne collins’ inspiration for the hunger games
Fuck the met gala fuck the lives of the rich and famous fuck every celebrity, influencer, and millionaire who flaunt their wealth during an ongoing genocide. Bless every soul that is out on the streets protesting. Free Palestine 🇵🇸
they used the attention the world gave the superbowl to conduct a massacre. they used the attention the world gave the grammy’s to conduct a massacre. they are now going to use the attention the world will give to the met gala to begin the rafah invasion.
eyes on rafah.
the midwest princess!
good riddance live
"you're good at art you should go to college you should start animation you should get a job in the industry you have so much potential" I SHOULD BE IN THE WOODS. EATING POISONOUS BERRIES
I love this so much, I’m gonna start saying “nuts” we need to bring it back
I love b&w proper ladies breaking character with “sonofabitch”
“OHH you’re following me, oUUhhh I didn’t know that!”
i must not get takeout. takeout is the wallet-killer. takeout is the little-death that brings total obliteration. i will face the kitchen, fridge, and pantry. i will make choices about what to cook and then execute them. when hunger is gone there will be nothing. only i will remain.
she’s really speak now’s older sister who got a literature degree!!
find a man who cherishes you enough to cut off the dick of the man who has scorned you in order to use it to tenderly make love to you after proposing with a peach ring so that you do not have to die a virgin and can instead live on forever with him while he regularly brings flowers to your gravesite and tends to your undead body's electrocution wounds as he reads percy bysshe shelley's poetry to you. do NOT settle for less.
You were supposed to be looking after me. I told you to stop!
hello to girls who are in bed
if youre transgender you have to live. i love you.
I added Angelology III to my collection of color palettes. Feel free to use these colors, and tag me if you'd like.
I watch the sweet scene between Sally and Poseidon, and it’s really nice, but all I can think is “this is still a guy who let one of his younger kids live in a box on the street in New York City.”
If you see this you’re legally obligated to reblog and tag with the book you’re currently reading
When Harry Met Sally (1989) dir. Rob Reiner