If I’m ever sad send me this
Peeta and I grow back together. There are still moments when he clenches the back of a chair and hangs on until the flashbacks are over. I wake screaming from nightmares of mutts and lost children. But his arms are there to comfort me. And eventually his lips. On the night I feel that thing again, the hunger that overtook me on the beach, I know this would have happened anyway. That what I need to survive is not Gale’s fire, kindled with rage and hatred. I have plently of fire myself. What I need is the dandelion in the spring. The bright yellow that means rebirth instead of destruction. The promise that life can go on, no matter how bad our losses. That it can be good again. And only Peeta can give me that.
So after, when he whispers, "You love me. Real or not real?"
I tell him, "Real."
dear everyone who says he’s a good person
he also punched goofy too, what an imbecile.
What do you call a woman who has a lot of sex? Her name.
GOD FUCKING YES, that.
THIS. WHOLE. PICTURE. <3
Oops, sorry, this picture automatically reblogged itself.
this whole picture is just great
Sorry for the color, but this HAS to be on my blog.
I Could Not Pass This Without Reblogging.
Fucking Hell to the fucking YES!
Fuck yeah look at that guy in the back just like… fuck yeah
Absofuckinglutely. My best friend was raped. He got away with it. If I could meet him in a dark alley…
"this isn’t some project you can do in one night"
NOT UNTIL I SHIFT INTO
Literally the best line of the episode.