i need a new bra, looks like it’s time to take out a fucking loan
loud music should be a thing in public restrooms i don’t like hearing people pee
My name is Katniss Everdeen. I am seventeen years old. My home is District 12. There is no District 12. I am the Mockingjay. I brought down the Capitol. President Snow hates me. He killed my sister. Now I will kill him. And then the Hunger Games will be over….
(Source: sainteverdeen, via fuckyeahthehungergames)
"write strong women" doesn’t mean "write the same cliched archetype of a Strong Woman" it means "write female characters who have agency and aren’t relegated to the same tired roles of passivity and submissiveness"
In case you’re having a bad day…here are some puppies sleeping with stuffed animals.
(Credit: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10. A note on the first puppy: At 5-1/2 weeks old, Daisy was mauled by a larger dog. As a result of that attack, she lost an eye, hence the stitches. Daisy is now 6 months old and doing well!)
Promised myself no cats ever on my blog. NO ONE SAID ANYTHING ABOUT A PLETHORA OF ADORABLE PUPPIES.
Things I will forever be upset about:
1. I don’t know what my Patronus is
2. I don’t know what Amortentia smells like to me
3. I don’t know what I’d see in the Mirror of Erised
4. I don’t know what my Boggart would be
5. I don’t know for sure what house I would be in
6. I don’t know the specifications of my wand are.
why doesn’t anywhere sell normal clothes for women? like i want a plain black fuckin sweater not a mohair cross stitch embroidered cropped asymmetrical slouch longline short sleeved drop hem thing with a hole in the back