Peeta and I grow back together. There are still moments when he clutches 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 plenty 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.
- Suzanne Collins, Mockingjay (via yourecomingundone)
(Source: elsasicetower, via yourecomingundone)
When your parents actually let you do something they wouldn’t let you do before.
(Source: timmmypang, via pizza)
wet dream: being financially secure with a career i enjoy
Finishing homework at 4am
that is the most accurate reaction gif to describe this. I cannot stop laughing.
i have lost all motivation i only care about christmas