Peeta’s just pried open an oyster when I hear him give a laugh. “Hey, look at this!” He holds up a glistening, perfect pearl about the size of a pea. Peeta rinses the pearl off in the water and hands it to me. “For you.” I hold it out on my palm and examine its iridescent surface in the sunlight. Yes, I will keep it. For the few remaining hours of my life I will keep it close. This last gift from Peeta. The only one I can really accept. Perhaps it will give me strength in the final moments. “Thanks,” I say, closing my fist around it.
I got the idea from our family’s plant book.
The place where we recorded those things you cannot trust to memory.
rebellion has a heart
breaking as the dawn
bursting into song x
"I can count on my fingers the number of sunsets I have left, and I don’t want to miss any of them.”
They can’t hurt me. I’m not like the rest of you. There’s no one left I love.
If you don’t like pope Francis look at your choices. I mean this man is not judging homosexual people and he said that being an atheist is alright as long as you do good. If you still don’t like him look at this gif:
also he agreed to this:
I’m glad that last pope resigned and let this guy become pope. Good pope.
This Pope is DOPE
there’s a difference between “lazy” and “i don’t want to fucking do that shit”
never thought 150 thousand people would agree with me
Jena Malone for Elias Tahan