this is a blog dedicated to Veronica Roth's book series..everything about DIVERGENT & INSURGENT
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NOTE: This is NOT a spoiler-free blog. So don't say i didn't warn you ;)
the Tris to my Four
You can’t choose what stays and what fades away. And I’d do anything to make you stay. Tell me what you want me to say. But would you leave me, if I told you what I’ve done. And would you leave me, if I told you what I’ve become.
30 days, Divergent challenge | Day 2. Your favorite character.
How can I look the same, when she’s gone and everything is different? I can’t. I cut in as straight a line as I can, using my jaw as a guide. The tricky part is the back, I can’t see very well, so I do the best I can by touch instead of sight. Locks of blond hair surround me on the floor in a semicircle. I leave the room without looking at my reflection again. When Tobias and Caleb come to get me later, they stare at me like I am not the person they knew yesterday.
Taissa Farmiga as Tris Prior.
i feel your pain
Yeah…i’ve worked hard on those graphics but then it gets reposted with no credit…but yeah..i did send a message to that person privately so hopefully that person would at least give credits :)
Divergent - Dauntless
o.o someone reposted my graphics? >.<…thank you so much for telling me anon
A new name - The air howls in my ears as the ground surges toward me, (…) I hit something hard. It gives way beneath me and cradles my body. (…) A net. (…) I look up at the building and laugh. I have to stand of solid ground again. I see a few hands streching out to me at the edge og the net, so I grab the first one I can reach and pull myself across. I roll off, and I would have fallen face-first onto a wood flor if he had not caught me. “He” is the young man attached to the hand I gabbed. (…) His eyes are so deep-set that his eyelashes touch the skin under his eyebrows, and they are dark blue, a dreaming, sleeping, witing color. (…) His voice is deep, and it rumbles. “What’s your name?” “Um…” I don’t know why I hesitate. But “Beatrice” just doesn’t soung right anymore. “Think about it,” he says, a faint smile curling his lips. “You don’t get to pick again.” A new place, a new name. I can be remade here. “Tris,” I say firmly. “Make the announcement, Four.” Lauren says. The boy-Four-looks over his shoulder and shouts, “First jumper-Tris!” (…) Four sets his hand on my back and says, “Welcome to Dauntless.”
(asked by fourfears-onfire)
