I am Randi. 33. Christian. American. Living with Hydrocephalus with a VP shunt. INFP-T. College graduate. Graphic Designer. Artist. Writer. Reader. Movie buff. Theater lover. Multi-fandom (obviously). Active on Tumblr since May of 2011, and I've been addicted ever since!
As a whole, my blog is SFW, but I can't guarantee there won't be explicit language in reblogged posts. I try not to curse, but I can't speak for the rest of Tumblr! I'm always open for questions or conversation, fandom-related or otherwise. Feel free to message me!
like one of your friends is super obsessed with a thing so whenever you see something about it you’re like “YES THIS THING” but you’re not the one obsessed with it. they are. you know very little about this thing and yet it still excites you because it excites your friend
It was possible to leave things behind—places, people, memories—at least for a time. But places held tight to the things that had happened in them, and to come again to a place you had once lived was to be brought face-to-face with what you had done there and who you had been.
at the end of TBOSAS we learn that musical performances are banned in district 12, obviously the covey were no longer covey and had to pick up other jobs to survive. we also know that they lived in the seam, had dark hair and skin and were musically gifted. the covey didn’t die out, they had spread amongst the seam by the time we get to katniss’s era. katniss and her father are clearly descendants of the covey, most likely not lucy gray but still covey, the culture and the way of life these people had never truly died. there are still olive skinned, dark haired seam dwellers who slip past the fence to bathe in the lake, who harvest katniss roots, and who, when they sing, the mockingjays stop to listen.
Stunning sunset! This happens because of a phenomenon called Rayleigh scattering: cirrus clouds scatter the longer, red wavelengths of light and give the sky an orange or reddish hue | source
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