Divergent Movie news, release date.

the-divergent-faction:

Divergent has been scheduled for release in March 2014, this means casting news will be iminent!!



I didn’t know what I should use for an icon and decided that I can’t go wrong with Mike Wazowski. 



mundane-pansycakes:

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mytardishaswings:

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chloenicolee1912:

dylaneatsrainbows:

ralphdgamf:

starkidwholived:

kimburrit0:

I was helping my little brother

Where the fuck does jack come from

That’s basically what math is like for the rest of your life.

I love how the answer is at the bottom of the page. And how is any kid suppose to know how many stickers Jack has? Does Tani and Jen give Jack their stickers? I wish I was Jack. My friends never give me stickers.  

You’re all missing the point. This isn’t math. Rather it’s metaphysics, or the existence of our being. Theoretically speaking, Jack isn’t a person. Jack exists in all of us. We are Jack. Jack is all of us. Every single one of us. In each inept part of our being, our existence, Jack lives. Forgotten and ignored, yet he exists in our never ending subconscious. The question, rather, is how many stickers do we all have?

oh my god i am dying

THIS.

I can’t even..

reblogging for that comment. 

everything is jack and nothing hurts

jack is inside all of us

reblogging just for Captain Jack

the answer isn’t on the bottom of the page

that’s the fucking page number

omg for the comments

cryin

guys its fucking 1st grade. I still don’t understand this crap and I’m in 10th….



  • person: i like your hair
  • me: thanks i grew it myself

fairestcharming:

“Fear,” she says, “is more powerful than pain. So is there anything you’d like to say, before I inject Ms. Prior?”
Tobias presses his lips together.
And Jeanine inserts the needle.
It begins quietly, with a pounding of a heart. I am not sure, at first, whose heartbeat I’m hearing, because it’s far too loud to be my own. But then I realize that it is my own, and it’s getting faster and faster.
Sweat collects in my palms and behind my knees.
And then I have to gasp in order to breathe.
That’s when the screaming starts
And I
Can’t
Think.


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officialmimozaduot:

understand = reblog

I love being able to read music

SAME.

Sorry to my followers who can’t read this xD 

Love it…..

You know who you are :D