pottermore
in case anyone is wondering i started my potter more account today. I’m in gryffindor house, i have a cedar and dragon wand that is 14.5 inches and reasonably supple. my user name is scaleowl24451. yeah they don’t let you pick.
Guys, I just realized something super important about Doctor Who.
One of us may be the Doctor some day. In a couple decades one of the Whovians on Tumblr may get to play a regeneration of the Doctor.
i don’t act in school and never really have. that being said i would absolutely love to play the doctor, i started with 9 and would hope to blend 9, 10, and 11 together. god that would be the role of a lifetime.
I want to do something, right here, right now, to shame them, to make them accountable, to show the Capitol that whatever they do or force us to do there is a par of every tribute they can’t own. That Rue was more than a piece in their Games. And so am I. A few steps into the woods grows a bank of wildflowers. Perhaps they are really weeds of some sort, but they have blossoms in beautiful shades of violet and yellow and white. I gather up an armful and come back to Rue’s side. Slowly, one stem at a time, I decorate her body in the flowers. Covering the ugly wound. Wreathing her face. Weaving her hair in bright colors. They’ll have to show it. Or, even if they choose to turn the cameras elsewhere at this moment, they’ll have to bring them back when they collect the bodies and everyone will see her then and know I did it. I step back and take one last look at Rue. She could really be asleep in that meadow after all. “Bye, Rue,” I whisper. I press the three middle fingers of my left hand against my lips and hold them out in her direction. Then I walk away without looking back.
it pisses me off that something so simple to fix was messed up. Left hand does not mean right hand. it means left for God’s sake.
you’re just mad they used the right hand instead of the left one because you are left handed =p
(Source: katnerds)
just feeling a little blue…
Hi all, i figure since no one would read this anyway i could take this time to just write out some feelings. Today i went into my doctors appointment and was told i lost another 4.2 pounds, putting my total weight loss at a little north of 42 pounds. the thing is, i don’t feel 42 pounds happier, yea some clothes i couldn’t wear are now really loose and i keep seeing the number drop, but counting calories, tracking every item of food i eat, cutting off .5 of an ounce because that puts me over my 600 calorie a day diet is driving me crazy. i think it is driving alyssa crazy too, i love her so much, I’m not sure how she deals with me. i know how annoying i am when i stress about what food I’m eating and the last thing she needs is stress. i wish i could help more but she is so busy I’m lucky to see her a couple times a week at best, which makes me sad, if i could i would spend all my time with her. and no, me being blue isn’t anything to do with one thing. I’m just thinking back to how much, easier, life was 42 pounds ago, seemed like i didn’t have a care in the world, but now, i feel pressure about everything and whats worse, i think i driving alyssa away. I’m gonna try to be a better person and better boyfriend, she’s my world and id be lost without her. good night tumblr.
