What I need is the Dandelion in the Spring.

So I started painting these. Can’t wait to see them when they’re done!! Want your own pair? Contact me for preorders. #tfios #paintedtoms #shoes

So I started painting these. Can’t wait to see them when they’re done!! Want your own pair? Contact me for preorders. #tfios #paintedtoms #shoes

posted 13 hours ago with 1 note

On our way to Santa Cruz. Happy Easter!!! @looloo_3 #selfie #beachbound #familyday

On our way to Santa Cruz. Happy Easter!!! @looloo_3 #selfie #beachbound #familyday

posted 3 days ago with 1 note


trackersjackers:

I just kind of opened up and said, ‘I feel like a rag doll. I have hair and makeup people coming to my house every day and putting me in new, uncomfortable, weird dresses and expensive shoes, and I just shut down and raise my arms up for them to get the dress on, and pout my lips when they need to put the lipstick on.’

trackersjackers:

I just kind of opened up and said, ‘I feel like a rag doll. I have hair and makeup people coming to my house every day and putting me in new, uncomfortable, weird dresses and expensive shoes, and I just shut down and raise my arms up for them to get the dress on, and pout my lips when they need to put the lipstick on.’



Interviewer: You’ve had some embarrassing mishaps on red carpets and at award ceremonies…


Josh Hutcherson poses in the press room during the 2014 MTV Movie Awards at Nokia Theatre L.A. Live on April 13th, 2014


kim-beurre-lait:

If we burn, you burn with us. Mockingjay Fanart

kim-beurre-lait:

If we burn, you burn with us. Mockingjay Fanart


Come on in, I’ve got to tell you what a state I’m in 

I’ve got to tell you in my loudest tones 

That I started looking for a warning sign

posted 4 days ago via larwrence · © mockingmore with 851 notes

i am going back into the arena




'Always.' In the twilight of morphling, Peeta whispers the word and I go searching for him. It’s a gauzy, violet-tinted world, with no hard edges, and many places to hide. I push through cloud banks, follow faint tracks, catch the scent of cinnamon, of dill. Once I feel his hand on my cheek and try to trap it, but it dissolves like mist through my fingers.

'Always.' In the twilight of morphling, Peeta whispers the word and I go searching for him. It’s a gauzy, violet-tinted world, with no hard edges, and many places to hide. I push through cloud banks, follow faint tracks, catch the scent of cinnamon, of dill. Once I feel his hand on my cheek and try to trap it, but it dissolves like mist through my fingers.



wooden-toaster:

This is the most upsetting thing I’ve seen

wooden-toaster:

This is the most upsetting thing I’ve seen