"Choose 2 Qualities For Your Future Boyfriend!":

“I’ve found a prisoner’s letters to a lover— One begins: “These words may never reach you.” Another ends: “The skin dissolves in dew without your touch.” And I want to answer: I want to live forever. What else can I say? It rains as I write this. Mad heart, be brave.”

— Agha Shahid Ali, The Country Without a Post Office

I keep seeing people making fun of using growled, hissed, roared, snarled etc in writing and it’s like.

have you never heard someone speak with the gravel in their voice when they get angry? Because that’s what a growl is.

Have you never heard someone sharply whisper something through the thin space of their teeth? Or when your mother sharply told you to stop it in public as a kid when you were acting up/being too loud? Because that’s what a hiss is.

Have you never heard a man get so blackout angry that their voice BOOMS through the house? Because that’s what a roar is.

Have you never seen someone bare their teeth while talking to accentuate their frustration or anger while speaking with a vicious tone? Because that’s what snarling is.

It’s not meant to be a literal animal noise. For the love of god, not every description is literal. I get some people are genuinely confused, but also some of these people are genuinely unimaginative as fuck.

“i’m not the same as who i was before [x] thing happened to me” does it help to know that you would not have stayed that person regardless

romance is puffy sleeves, blood stained hands, tear stained cheeks, raw voice screaming “is she breathing”

That feeling when the couple you were rooting for is happy, but you're only 70% through the first book, AND it's a duology.

“Family don’t end with blood.”

— Bobby Singer

Reblog if you think a woman can be complete without children

Y’ALL HAVE TIME TO REBLOG THIS. IT TAKES LESS THAN FIVE SECONDS.

Reaper is everything.

The respect he had for the other tributes. The grave he made for the fallen tributes. He was completely exposed and could have been killed by anyone, but recognizing those kids and respecting them the way they deserve was more important to him. The way he tore down the symbol of the government that was supposed to protect them, and used it to cover the bodies of the kids it failed so badly. His calm demeanor. The love he had for his sick and fragile district partner. The love he had for Wovey. The way he protected those gentle souls the best he could. He didn't even try to fight. He knew he wasn't going to kill any of these kids. He's the original revolution. He wasn't going to play the capitol's games. He didn't let them turn him into something he's not. He is everything good.

𝙻𝚘𝚜𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝙱𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑, 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝙴𝚍𝚐𝚊𝚛 𝙰𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚗 𝙿𝚘𝚎 (𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚙𝚞𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝟷𝟾𝟹𝟸)