thought you'd be here by now.

My name is Madeline Rubicam and I have pink hair and a kind of weird, startling love of Taylor Swift. Whenever I feel lonely I watch Gilmore Girls and pretend Lorelai Gilmore is my mother. Also I am still actively pretending that I'm not going to college in the fall so it's best altogether if you just don't mention it. ★ ★ ★ If you don't like Peeta Mellark I don't care take your business elsewhere I mean it just get the hell out wishing star(s)

And my heart is a hollow plain
For the devil to dance again
And the room was too quiet, oh

I was looking for a breath of life;
A little touch of heavenly light
But all the choirs in my head sang “no”…

tributetrackers:

“Those guys are looking at you like you’re a meal. Throw it.”

mellarkia:

There’s something like a collective sigh of regret from the semicircle of people spread out before me. Because I know this now. Because there will never be a way for me to not know this again. Because, beyond the military disadvantage losing a Mockingjay entails, I am broken.

^{from The World of The Hunger Games}

lovethroughthedarkdays:

by cherrie-keane on DA

Through the crowd, I spot Gale looking back at me with a ghost of a smile. As reapings go, this one at least has a slight entertainment factor. But suddenly I am thinking of Gale and his forty-two names in that big glass ball and how the odds are not in his favor. Not compared to a lot of the boys. And maybe he’s thinking the same thing about me because his face darkens and he turns away.“But there are still thousands of slips,” I wish I could whisper to him.

The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,

But I have promises to keep,

And miles to go before I sleep,

And miles to go before I sleep.

Robert Frost

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They Don’t Own Me [The Hunger Games] (x)

- WARNING: Very Emotional!

Does this darkness have a name? This cruelty, this hatred, how did it find us? Did it steal into our lives or did we seek it out and embrace it? What happened to us that we now send our children into the world like we send young men to war, hoping for their safe return, but knowing that some would be lost along the way. When did we lose our way? Consumed by the shadows. Swallowed whole by the darkness. Does this darkness have a name? Is it your name?