"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.
fav person of the day
because actually helping people with cosplay emergencies!
literally the most important man at supanova this year
he gave me double sided tape
what a good human being
petition to have a designated Captain Patch-It at all cons from now on.
Every con needs a squad of these guys.
TODAY I FOUND OUT MY GREAT GRANDPARENTS MET IN A CONCENTRATION CAMP IN YUGOSLAVIA AND MY GREAT GRANDFATHER, WHO WAS A SOLDIER IN THE CAMP, RESCUED MY GREAT GRANDMOTHER AND THEY RAN AWAY TO AUSTRALIA TOGETHER AND I THINK THAT IS THE COOLEST
someone help i just ate an entire watermelon and i just cut open a second one
update: i’m out of watermelon
make watermelon clothes
how does one not reblog this