— Meg Lawton (via venuschild)
I was at a party the other night with some coworkers and I was giving my shpeel on the beauty of human bodies and I was on my bit about skin. Skin, in general, is beautiful. When I said “light skin, dark skin” the middle-aged white male thought I meant “pale white people, tanned white people.” By the time I realized that’s what he had understood, it was a bit too late to say “no, I mean every colour of skin. From blindingly white, to ebony black, and everything in between.”
I need to put this thing in writing, because it’s bloody fantastic.
I hate when the media makes The Hunger Games look like a battle for love. Get your bullshit fantasies away. This is about murder, over powered government, and a girl trying to change the way things are. News flash not every girls fantasy is to find true love.
the irony here is that our media is doing exactly what the Capitol did in the books; downplaying the murder, focusing on the bullshit love story
Ever since I read those books I feel like I’m living in the capital. Like, I watch women spend hours trying to find the right face cream at work and I see billboards about getting rich and I’m like “……..crap.”
seriously considering chopping all my hair off. And by chopping I mean chopping.
My cat just fell off my book stack after falling from the window sill and came running/wobbling/limping/crying to me for comfort. He’s a little different…