there’s this girl at my school who hates me but jokes on her because she just used one of my text posts as her status
do u ever just remember your friends have genitals and get weirded out for a second
the best kinds of celebrities are the ones that fangirl over other celebrities
“You’re right! What I am about to do, it doesn’t make sense, it’s not logical, it is a gut feeling! I have no idea what I’m supposed to do. I only know what I can do.”
once you go black
you never go back
THIS. BROKE. ME.I loved this little scene so much
stop scrolling and just look at this picture of a baby giraffe
okay that’s all carry on
my wayward son
there’ll be peace when you are done
lay your weary head to rest
don’t you cry no more
this was a post about a baby giraffe
yes but you said the thing and it summoned them
"you wear that shirt a lot"
yes because i own it
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."