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another Unforgivable omission from the hunger games movie is when they announce ‘oops jk there can only be 1 winner good luck!’ and katniss immediately, instinctively draws her bow and points it at peeta to kill him, before realizing what shes doing, and who he is, and that she could never/would never want to do that! and then he tells her to do it anyway bc 1 of them has to win! but she WONT so he rips off his tourniquet so he’ll bleed to death and she can win and go home. and she drops to her knees and tries to stop the bleeding and cover his wound and BEGS him not to die……………yeah…they fucked up

OH MY GOD..and the entire scene where katniss wakes up on the ship after theyve rescued them from the arena was not in the movie AT ALL. when katniss watches them operating on peeta and she pounds on the glass and SCREAMS at them bc she thinks theyre still in the games and theyre hurting peeta. and then she backs away from the glass and sees a rabid feral animal girl in the reflection and realizes that its her…..and that line where she always wondered why the family members of a dying person stay to watch them and ‘now she knows. its because you have no choice’ that is RAW that is LOVE and they left it all OUT

if you write in cursive i hate you

ℒℴℓ

i definitely needed this.

this came to me right when I needed it, passing on for anyone else who needs an explicit sign right now to take care of yourself

how the hell did thanos snap with a metal glove on

he just did the motion and made the noise by clapping his ass at the same time

Why did I ever learn to read

I wish i was jared. (19)

i’m not gonna kill myself because if my depression wants me dead THAT badly it’s gonna have to start shutting my fucking organs down like a REAL disease instead of being a fucking pussy and hiding in my brain and trying to get ME to do it’s dirty work for it !

literally like 95% of girls have stretch marks on their body and if you’re going to give them a hard time about them then you didn’t deserve to see her body in the first place

reminder that many children are funneled specifically to Christian families and communities for the same reasons they always have: destroy culture, stack votes, add bodies to communities that otherwise wouldn’t hold majorities. it is literal, actual trafficking.

This is a part of genocide.  Removing the children from their parents, who generally desperately love and want to raise them, and placing them with white American families is a way to erase their culture from existence without the ugliness of directly killing children.  But it’s still ugly, and it cares nothing for the actual welfare of the child.

white person: *eats chicken tikka masala once* i just…. i feel so connected… to indian culture …. I’m learning to speak islam…. check out my third eye….. chakra

Every time I see this. Every damn time. I’m immediately sucked back into my fuckin. Fuckin English lit class with Mr. Fuckass McShit. Mr. “Hit the gong to begin class”, “Namaste, Children”, “I wanna go backpacking in India to find my spiritual awakening and also my left burkinstock that I lost during a cedar sauna drum circle” ass bastard. “Do you want to share your poetry with the class to get in touch with your emotions” ass fucker. Mr. “Here’s a photograph of a tribal shaman, describe him using nature words” asshole. Pretentious-ass, condescending motherfucker. “Do you want to tell us about your saddest memory?” “I dunno, sir. Are you giving me an option?” “No.” “Then why are you asking” Every goddamn day. Fuck. “You seem tense.” Oh, I seem tense? I seem tense. Well fuck, Professor Pillsbury, maybe I ‘seem tense’ because I walk into a room on five hours of sleep to the sound of a goddamn brass gong drilling through my brain and your seven-foot-nine, socks-and-sandals-wearing, patchouli-smelling ass immediately gravitates in my direction with some shit like “a tree……… Is a Poem” and I gotta sit here and politely tell you that No I’m Not Comfortable Telling The Class About A Time I Was Emotionally Vulnerable With A Loved One using words that sound like the way the color yellow smells. Maybe I don’t wanna sit in a circle and hold hands with Brittney from Computer Sciences to “align our auras” or some shit. Fuck. Fuuuuuuck. I swear to God, if I wanted to sing ‘kumbaya’ with a smelly old guy with gross facial hair who writes bad porn on the side, I’d go out to the parking lot and share a Hookah with Crazy Dan, the disgraced electrician. What, I don’t wanna do an interpretive dance to represent the spiritual experience of eating Quinoa in a room full of ambivalent preteens and suddenly I’m the ‘troubled youth’ you need to Robin Williams “O Captain My Captain” your way into having a Paternal Bonding Moment powerful enough to Expand My Impressionable Young Mind and Turn My Life Around, you goddamn saint, you? Jesus Fucking Christ. You insufferable jackass. You’re not “Enlightened”, you rolled out of bed and ate half a pot brownie, wrote a sad song about a leaf, and strolled into class to ramble about your Spirit Animal for six hours straight before calling it a day. Holy Jesus goddamned Christ. Fucking Balls, sir. Holy Fucking Balls

Me in Prision