yooo my friend just told me that she had an interview with teach for america
and i think i’d like to do that
you don’t need to have a degree specifically in education and it’d be fucking amazing experience
especially if i could work with pre-k or kindergarten students
Next time a white person accuses you of #reverseracism, ask them if they have two and a half minutes to watch this
Zoomed out while taking a picture of my Christmas tree
Crochet Converse slippers…
That is beautiful.
Have you ever bullshitted an assignment so hard you basically laugh after every sentence you write
Future girlfriends: This is an acceptable purse.
“Will you hold my pur…” “Absolutely.”
I fully agree. ladies, this is your new pocket and purse alternative.
For years I’ve tried imagining something like this… but to see it… I need this.
Tomb Raider fashion line
WHERE CAN I BUY THESE???
somebody link please
When I hear the screams of the crowd, I think it’s because I must look stunning. Then I notice something is rising up around me. Smoke. From fire. Not the flickery stuff I wore last year in the chariot, but something much more real that devours my dress. I begin to panic as the smoke thickens. Charred bits of black silk swirl in the air, and pearls clatter to the stage. Somehow I’m not afraid to stop because my flesh doesn’t seem to be burning and I know Cinna must be behind whatever is happening. So I keep spinning and spinning. For a split second I’m gasping, completely engulfed in the strange flames. Then all at once, the fire is gone. I slowly come to a stop, wondering if I’m naked and why Cinna has arranged to burn away my wedding dress. But I’m not naked. I’m in a dress of the exact same design of my wedding dress, only it’s the color of coal and made of tiny feathers. Wonderingly, I lift my long, flowing sleeves into the air, and that’s when I see myself on the television screen. Clothed in black except for the white patches on my sleeves. Or should I say my wings. Because Cinna has turned me into a mockingjay.
"oh my god i’m fucking sick of this generation’s mentality that your sadness is beautiful and somebody will fix you and all this fucking john green shit nobody will find you in a bookstore reading bukowski and want to lie with you and nobody will kiss your scars and you will not be like effie and freddie you’ve got to be your own fucking hero and surround yourself with positivity"