Me: Hmmmm I'm not too sure about this character
Writers: We'll make you fall in love with them
Me: omg omg omg I love you my favourite character
Writers: lolololol lets kill them
Me: wait what
Writers: They die
Writers: They die
Me: No wait
Me: NO PLEASE
becauseimakhajiit: She wears short skirts I wear T-shirts she’s cheer captain and I cry over the death of my favorite fictional character at 3 am
“Our soul waits for the Lord; he is our help and our shield. For our heart is glad in him, because we trust in his holy name. Let your steadfast love, O Lord, be upon us, even as we hope in you.” -Psalm 33: 20-22
The Fault in Our Stars, The Metatext: Liminality →
metatfios: “I almost felt like he was there in my room with me, but in a way it was better, like I was not in my room and he was not in his, but instead we were together in some invisible and tenuous third space that could only be visited on the phone” (72). What Hazel seems to describe here is a liminal… Mind blown… *makes small exploding sounds that fade away into the distance*
Kaylen False: This is weird. I'm having deep... →
keeperofthetardis: kaylen-false: keeperofthetardis: They… keep saying metaphorical sentences. Which they usually don’t do. About variables, and relationships, and graphs and somehow, because of everything that’s happened to me, I am having a lot of deep thoughts about it. … THIS. ^
"The truth that makes men free is for the most...
I didn’t go to church today. And before you bash me for being some inconsistent Christian, know that I had every intention of doing so before 8:50 am today. I had my outfit laid out and my alarm set and everything ready to go. But at 8:50, when my alarm went off, something felt different. Something said, stay at home and watch an online sermon, and wait. For what, I didn’t know....
Other Hunger Games Feels
kaylen-false: The most horrific moment in the movie actually took place off screen. *spoilers* Read More If you read the other one, read this now.
Finished TFIOS this afternoon. New favorite book...
What's in a name?
When I was five, I learned how to spell my name. J-A-N-A-E. Janae. I learned it wasn’t “Jenny” or “Jane” or “Janie”. It was Janae. With an E on the end. I learned my middle name was Janna. With two Ns. And I learned that all my siblings had two names that started with Js too. The funny thing about names is that you don’t know what it’s like...
I wonder if Tim Burton ever wakes up in the night...
intellectualhitchhiker: HELENA I HAVE A GREAT IDEA. I CAN MAKE THIS FILM ABOUT UNDEAD THINGS AND YOU CAN BE IN IT! I’LL GET JOHNNY ON THE PHONE. WHERE’S DANNY’S NUMBER?
What is this. I have Hunger Games feels.This is... →
kaylen-false: What is this. I have Hunger Games feels. This is not spoiler-free. If you know both Gabrielle (wizardinafez) and myself, I’m sorry but you’re probably going to have to hear a speech twice. I felt like the movie conveyed everything the book failed to and more. #1 The Characters: In the… THIS. THIS THIS THIS. Read now if you watched the Hunger Games. I agree with...
A post about mustard
It’s a color I’m wearing a lot these days. Seen here with my awesome Sevenly Shirt for War Child . (Check ‘em out! It’s undeniably my favorite shirt of all time) Just got back from Bible study tonight and our closet doors don’t work. Deal. Next up, the mustard skirt. My favorite thing to do is wear this with colors that normally don’t match like bright...
There’s nothing interesting about looking perfect—you lose the point. You...– Emma Watson
Lindsey you need this. →
The only incomprehensible thing about the universe is that it is comprehensible.– Albert Einstein
I just totally fumbled my way through my very...
A Centaur has a man-stomach and a horse-stomach. And of course both want...– The Silver Chair (1953)
I see how it is our very presence in each other’s lives that makes us the...– One Thousand Gifts, Ann Voskamp
Him vs. him
I found myself tonight alone in my dorm, stuck inside with an allergy to pollen, and bordering on the edge of lonely. But I hate there. I ache there. And so many times I find myself sliding, literally sliding into there. Into longing, into despair, into desolation. But not tonight. No, tonight…tonight shall be a good night. A beautiful night. Take the medication. Start the kettle....
I think we delight to praise what we enjoy, because the praise not merely...– C.S. Lewis