Anonymous shush: hey, can you do blogrates?

yah sure but im too lazy to come up with my own thing heh… maybe tomorrow? 


you and me against the rest of the world

“You are going to live a good and long life filled with great and terrible moments that you cannot even imagine yet!”



Love: Almost Lover- A Fine Frenzy

Hate: Hate Me - Blue October

Light: Exit Lights- Falling Up

Dark: I Will Follow You Into The Dark- Death Cab For Cutie

Good: Good Life- One repub

Bad: Bad Blood- Bastille


Cry: Boys Don’t Cry- Natalia Kills

Girl: Classy Girls-The Lumineers

Boy: Run Boy Run -The Woodkids

"who the heck are you?"

name: katelyn
middle name(s): none
height: 5’4
birthday: feb 17
favorite color: red/purple
best school subjects: i fail at everything
mac or PC: PC
current shirt color: black

Emily Palermo, An Open Letter to the Men Who Told Me to Stay Out of Adult Conversations (via starredsoul)

So, maybe we’re the
generation of the selfie,
but we’re also the generation
that grew up in a tainted,
Photoshopped world
with every impossible beauty standard
shoved down our throat
through a tube
because eating has become
a guilty pleasure
and condemning beauty ideals
won’t go straight to our thighs.

And if, by chance,
we are able to destroy the
demons that you’ve planted
inside of us with your
constant advertisements and rules
that play behind our eyelids and
take root in our brains,
then let us take our fucking pictures
and capture that moment when
we felt beautiful because all this world
has taught us is that
our beauty is the greatest
measure of our worth.

Scoff at our phones all you like,
these delicate extensions of
our fingers, but know that
through this technology
that you couldn’t even
begin to understand,
we have smudged the entire
world with our fingerprints.
We are the generation of knowledge,
and we are learning more than
any that came before us.
So, frown at my typing fingers;
I am using them to grasp power
by the throat.

Try to invalidate us,
but we’ve heard our
parents talking about
the world’s crashing and burning
since we had sprung from the womb.
We know you’ve fucked up,
and we’re angry about it-
the kind of anger that
fuels knowledge,
that I feel in my veins every time
I read the news from my phone
before school,
that sticks in my throat like honey
in a debate;
the kind of anger that simmers,
that sharpens teeth into daggers,
that makes this generation more dangerous
than you could have ever imagined.

We are the generation of change,
and goddammit, we’re coming.

I’m not saying its your fault
Although you could have done more…

In stark contrast to two nights ago, when I felt Peeta was a million miles away, I’m struck by his immediacy now. As we settle in, he pulls my head down to use his arm as a pillow; the other rests protectively over me even when he goes to sleep. No one has held me like this in such a long time. Since my father died and I stopped trusting my mother, no one else’s arms have made me feel this safe.


It’s your gift, to see the beauty and the horror in ordinary things…

                           “I am completely ordinary”


Cinna has turned me into a mockingjay.

reigningmash shush: hi

I’m from a little city with expensive taste,

It feels better biting down.

All my life, I’ve been fighting a war,

What if I wanna be the one who,

I know your inside, you’re feeling so hollow.

this doesnt make sense but 

herhondale shush: Hi!


Show me that you’re human, you won’t break.
If I go before I say to everyone in my ballet,
Father father,
I’ll go, I’ll go, I’ll go wherever you go.
I do my best to find some kind of glow.