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The Only Thing Holding Her Boobs Up Is Hope

( HIATUS )

I'm Marcia and I cry about facial features and bone structures of middle-age British actors. I love films and TV shows, and had legally sold my soul and sacrificed my children's children to the gods at BBC. Photoshop enthusiast. I like necks. I probably don't like you.


My Stuff → #Gifs, #Graphics and #Edits



gigglemonster: gale is mine. i am his. [wallpaper | textless → for allonsyluv]

gigglemonster:

gale is mine. i am his.

[wallpaper | textless → for allonsyluv]










I am the mockingjay; the symbol of the rebellion.

I am the mockingjay; the symbol of the rebellion.










anotherbrokenmirror: they sang to me, this is yours to wear. you’re the chosen one, there’s no turning back now. Bat for Lashes- Horse and I

anotherbrokenmirror:

they sang to me, this is yours to wear. you’re the chosen one, there’s no turning back now.
Bat for Lashes- Horse and I



Just a girl from the Seam who sparked a rebellion.




The world has transformed to flame and smoke. Burning branches crack from trees and fall in showers of sparks at my feet. All I can do is follow the others, the rabbits and deer and I even spot a wild dog pack shooting through the woods. I trust their sense of direction because their instincts are sharper than mine. But they are much faster, flying through the underbrush so gracefully as my boots catch on roots and fallen tree limbs, that there’s no way I can keep apace with them.










She has no idea, the effect she can have.