People say all the time, “you need to spend some time to yourself, and figure out who you are”, and I never really understood it until it happened to me. And I woke up one day, and I just realized,
More than ninety percent of the district’s population is dead. The remaining eight hundred or so are refugees in District 13—which, as far as I’m concerned, is the same thing as being homeless forever.
Are we out of the woods yet?
"Love suffers long and is kind, it is not proud. Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things and endures all things. Love never fails. And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these, is love."
The wolf was looking at her. Its jaws were red and wet and its eyes glowed golden in the dark room. It was Bran’s wolf, she realized. Of course it was. “Thank you,” Catelyn whispered, her voice faint and tiny. She lifted her hand, trembling. The wolf padded closer, sniffed at her fingers, then licked at the blood with a wet rough tongue. When it had cleaned all the blood off her hand, it turned away silently and jumped up on Bran’s bed and lay down beside him. Catelyn began to laugh hysterically.
" This record, , I thought, ‘There are no rules to this. I don’t need to use the same musicians I’ve used, or the same band, or the same producers, or the same formula. I can make whatever record I want."
"I started to write an apology, but I don’t have anything to say I’m sorry for. I was in a loving, healthy, great relationship for four years. It was long distance, and either your boyfriend is going to look at porn or he’s going to look at you."-Jennifer Lawrence ||Vanity Fair