Please reclassify Pluto as a Marxist Hell Orb
(Source: punlich, via epanistamai)
"i don't even care. i'm not going to talk about this anymore.
"and you know what else? [2000 word rant]"
What do they do all day, these people in the Capitol, besides decorating their bodies and waiting around for a new shipment of tributes to rill in and die for their entertainment?
(Source: coldspaces, via mariyamorevna)
"omg i hate small talk its so fake!!" like damn u must be so fucking annoying. its called being nice. if i was at a party and i was like "how r your classes going" and you were like "ugh lets skip that i KNOW u dont really CARE about my classes and i dont care about YOURS" i would log out of there so fucking fast
I didn’t say I liked it. I said it fascinated me. There is a great difference.
written by Oscar Wilde, adapted from The Picture of Dorian Gray (via jaimelannister)
(Source: lifeinpoetry, via softgrungecersei)
…only Achilleus / wept still as he remembered his beloved companion, nor did sleep / who subdues all come over him, but he tossed from one side to the other / in longing for Patroklos, for his manhood and his great strength / and all the actions he had seen to the end with him, and the hardships / he had suffered; the wars of men; hard crossing of the big waters.
written by The Iliad, translated by Richmond Lattimore
this made me really sad, so I posted it. We can cry together now. It’s okay.
I sleep with the wolves in my head
and wake up in my own blood.
We love the things that kill us. (x)
(Source: godfangs, via queenrhaenyra)
I believe if there’s any kind of God it wouldn’t be in any of us, not you or me but just this little space in between. If there’s any kind of magic in this world it must be in the attempt of understanding someone sharing something. I know, it’s almost impossible to succeed but who cares really? The answer must be in the attempt. - Before Sunrise(1995)
(Source: sansastartk, via la-romanesca)