do you ever stop to think about annie and finnick’s son
how he would have finnick’s eyes and finnick’s smile and finnick’s laugh, and whenever he was happy, annie would have to dig her nails into her palm trying to control the utter heartbreak that sound caused, because that’s finnick’s laugh, that was their private thing, that was what they shared in secret of the capitol, and now finnick’s gone and annie loves her son, but every time she sees him, she sees finnick and she wants to fall down to her knees and pretend he’s not gone, pretend this is all a nightmare
i’m cry now
In this grave hour, fuck fuck fuck, perhaps the most fateful in our history, bugger shit shit.
Right before the explosions begin, I find a star.
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↳ “A philosopher once asked, “Are we human because we gaze at the stars, or do we gaze at them because we are human?” Pointless, really… “Do the stars gaze back?” Now that’s a question.”