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ombradellaluna:

This is why you shouldn’t click on the naked photos of Jennifer Lawrence

fabulouslyfreespirited:

If you deliberately seek out any of these images, you are directly participating in the violation not just of numerous women’s privacy but also of their bodies.

theperfectjenniferlawrence:

"You guys are just standing up because you feel bad that I fell and that’s really embarrassing, but thank you."

beacon_hills’ 30 days meme —> favourite quote

carolinepeeta:

And to the fella over there with the hella good bread
Won’t you come on over baby we could bake, bake

hahaahhaha

carolinepeeta:

strawberrycupcakeprincess:

quarterquellorg:

The wait is nearly over…

and no trailer

this is my thought. lionsgate is president snow, we’re katniss everdeen and peeta mellark is the trailer.

we’re just a bunch of  t e e n a g e r s.
                            we can’t handle this.

palegingerbabies:

Lawrence’s spokespeople tell TMZ, “This is a flagrant violation of privacy. The authorities have been contacted and will prosecute anyone who posts the stolen photos of Jennifer Lawrence.”

melark:

what a weak ass bitch leaking my fave’s nudes behind his little computer screen whilst jacking his 3 inch mozarella stick dick

like let me catch him in the streets people like that deserve to have the living shit beaten out of them and i volunteer

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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