discovers:

Every time I see this picture I like get taken aback because it literally looks like just a normal party

takemyhandbiebs:

Liam smiling like a serial killer at the Cannes Film Festival

tardisinthemindpalace:

zeuslaand:

WHO TOLD YOU THAT WAS OKAY?

WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU

…the warmth of Rue at my side, her head cradled on my shoulder, have given me a sense of security. 

I die slow

“I picked up an issue of Cosmopolitan the other day that had tips for job interviews, because I was like, ‘I need to get better at interviews.’ The article was basically about how to get someone not to hate you in 20 minutes. Every single thing they told you not to do, I was like, ‘I do that every day”

the hunger games; katniss everdeen. (insp)

princess-potterheadxo:

did she get a haircut

This is no place for a girl on fire.

rainbowmusician:

Wednesday May 22nd 2013 I went to my Freshman English teacher to say goodbye. He was offered a job in California and this was his last year. I found out about a week ago and I went to the bookstore the next day and went to buy a set of Shakespeare’s plays. He knows how much I love Harry Potter so I wanted to show him how much I cared by giving him my personal copy. The night before the 22nd I went out and bought Looking for Alaska, black ribbon and a blank thank you card. I stayed up till 2 am studying for finals, writing my thank you and wrapping it with a ribbon. I decided to do something bold and I came out to him as bisexual in my thank you. Fast forwarding to Wednesday morning I walked into his room and gave him his goodbye present. He had the brightest smile on his face and his eyes were shining. I think he was amazed that I gave him a gift. I told him that I was grateful for everything that he did. I told him that my mother passed her citizenship test, how his Literary Journeys class and English class taught me about reality and fantasy. His Discovery Project was one of the most important things I have ever done, I put my heart into it and I spent months on it. Now, you may be asking yourself, what is the Discovery Project? Make a list of 100 questions about the human condition and narrow it down to ten. From those ten choose one question that you’re willing to read and study. Once you’re done answer your question. Present the answer any way possible; make a power-point, write a poem, write an essay, draw something. I read four books (three more than I should have) and went on countless websites and watched interview after interview in order to answer my question. Why are people so unaccepting on the LGBT community?  My answer: fear. Behind religion, ignorance and intolerance was fear. I presented my answer with sketches of Katy Perry, Adam Lambert, Darren Criss, Daniel Radcliffe, Chris Colfer, Lady Gaga and Mathew Shepard. I received a mark of 100% (0%, 60%, 100% was the grade scale for this project). I was the first person to ever receive 100% right off the bat, while others had to redo parts of their project in order to receive the grade they wanted. That project was so important to me, I researched all those people listed above and found out what they did for the LGBT community. So, yeah. That project meant the world to me. My voice cracked and was shaky beyond belief when I told him that. I left his room telling him I would keep in touch. Later that day, after my first final was over, I was heading to piano with my friend and I saw him walking down the hall. I waved and said hello and we stopped in the hall to talk. He said he read my letter and he said thank you to me. He said it meant a lot to him and he couldn’t wait to read the books, even going as far as saying that he read the back of Looking for Alaska and skimmed through it. It had only been an hour and a half. My friend and I had to go to class and he said in case I didn’t see him again that it was goodbye. I walked away with my friend and when she left to CPR I started to cry. I regretted leaving so quickly and rushing off to class because I didn’t want to say goodbye. Thursday passed and I didn’t see him at all, I was terrified. What if it that was the last time I saw him? I walked into school this morning determined to see him at least one more time. Right before my last final I saw him in the hallway carrying a box of his things. I said a quick hello, I was too scared to talk to him because I thought he was busy. When the bell rang, signaling the end of the school year, my heart began to race. I just wanted to say goodbye. I walked with my friends down the main hallway and I saw him talking to a group of students. I lingered for a bit but I finally decided that I had to leave and not miss the bus. As I walked onto the bus I saw there were only three other people there. I put down my bag and I asked my friend Cody, “when do you think the bus will leave?” He replied, “whenever the freshman get here, so 10 minutes” I ran out of the bus and back into the school, the clock racing against me. I saw that he was still there and I waited patiently while a student talked to him. I finally got to speak with him and I thanked him again for everything. When I thanked him for the Discovery Project and what I learned he said, “and remember, it was all you” My voice wavered again and I was close to tears. I told him what I wrote in the letter I never admitted out loud to anyone (read the letter) and he said, “sometimes it doesn’t need to be said aloud” At that point I was speechless because it was true. I asked if I could hug him and he said yes. As I was walking away I started to cry again. I ran back onto the bus and sat down. I looked out the window and I heard the piano intro that was playing on my Ipod. At that point tears were streaking down my face. “Same Love” by Macklemore was playing. I cried all the way home. Thank you, Mr. W*******. If anyone is reading this please remember, courage.