Whatever is true,
whatever is noble,
whatever is right,
whatever is pure,
whatever is lovely,
whatever is admirable, if anything is excellent or praise worthy, think about such things. ♥
Reamy-->loves pink--loves to sleep--quotes Disney movies and kids shows--loves her family--will eat almost anything--has too many shoes and handbags--has way too much time on her hands--will bust out laughing at something that happened yesterday--has lots of friends and just as many enemies--will never be a size 0 but will never care--loves kids--cannot wait to become a teacher<--
**I have a name, If you feel too forward calling me by my name then introduce yourself. But please I have a name, its not sweety or baby or beautiful, although I appreciate the compliment implied by some of those names, they are not my name. So please, just call me Reamy.**
Aiden, Serenity, and Izabella, Daniella ♥ I cant wait to meet you!
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.
cinna is the best part of this series
I believe Cinna knew this was his final act, because he couldn’t have believed that this would go unnoticed. And once Katniss was more finally made aware of the rebellion and where she stood as a part of it that Cinna’s sacrifice was what drove her on. He was the only ‘real’ person among all the capitol zombies and the only one who really saw Katniss for who she was and who he believed she could be. Cinna is, was, and will always be my favorite character.
the fear of tampons that exists in teenage boys is literally one of the funniest things ive ever seen they act like its a nuclear missile like calm down bro its just a compressed cotton ball i swear to god if u ever want a teenage boy to leave u alone just pull out a tampon and throw it in his direction and he will run as far away as possible its hilarious
to everyone with finals and exams and big projects due very very soon and haven’t started anything yet
Keeping The Same Tabs Open For 9 Days Straight Because They Contain Information Relevant To Tasks You’re Too Lazy To Complete - A novel by me