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johnandpaul1:

"Tim keeps having me kill his wife in his movies… I don’t know what that means," -Johnny Depp

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gunrunnerhell:

Combat Contestant

22 year old Army Sgt. Theresa Vail is only the second member of the U.S Armed Forces to participate in the Miss America Pageant, where she caused quite a stir baring her ink during the swimsuit competition.

A qualified marksman, a master archer; she can sing opera but also quarter a deer after a successful hunt.

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awesome

Theresa Vail is definitely a Kershaw kind of gal!

I’m in love

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onemaytolerateaworldfullofdemons:

The only sort of pictures you should be reblogging of Jennifer Lawrence

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"The secret of happiness is not doing what we like but in liking what we do."
J.M. Coetzee (via feellng)
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thingsonhazelshead:

keeping up with the news during vacation.

thingsonhazelshead:

keeping up with the news during vacation.

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The roof. 

By late afternoon, I lie with my head on Peeta’s lap, making a crown of flowers while he fiddles with my hair, claiming he’s practicing his knots. After a while, his hands go still. “What?” I ask.

“I wish I could freeze this moment, right here, right now, and live in it forever,” he says.
Usually this sort of comment, the kind that hints of his undying love for me, makes me feel guilty and awful. But I feel so warm and relaxed and beyond worrying about a future I’ll never have, I just let the word slip out. “Okay.” I can hear the smile in his voice. “Then you’ll allow it?”

“I’ll allow it,” I say.
His fingers go back to my hair and I doze off, but he rouses me to see the sunset. It’s a spectacular yellow and orange blaze behind the skyline of the Capitol.

 “I didn’t think you’d want to miss it,” he says. “Thanks,” I say.
Because I can count on my fingers the number of sunsets I have left, and I don’t want to miss any of them. We don’t go and join the others for dinner, and no one summons us. “I’m glad. I’m tired of making everyone around me so miserable,” says Peeta. “Everybody crying. Or Haymitch…” He doesn’t need to go on. We stay on the roof until bedtime and then quietly slip down to my room without encountering anyone.

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