Thomas A. Edison (via myprivateopera)
I’m gonna need Peeta to look fly as fuck in his portrait, okay. I want him working the gangsta lean: slumped down in his wooden chair, legs spread open, his white rose draped suggestively over his crotch while he eye fucks the shit out of the camera like “y’all mother fuckers are toast.”
“Everywhere we look, the complex magic of nature blazes before our eyes”
do you ever feel yourself being annoying or antisocial but you just cant stop
I actually really love it when someone remembers small details and quirks about me or addresses me by my name at unexpected times like at the end of a sentence and I don’t know why but I just really, really do.
Five Things I Know At 27 | Thought Catalog (via existential-angst)