Welcome, welcome, happy hunger games!
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. […]
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.
(Source: unicorn-feelings, via hutchhitched)
At three-thirty that afternoon, Harry, Ron, and the other Gryffindors hurried down the front steps onto the grounds for their first flying lesson. It was a clear, breezy day, and the grass rippled under their feet as they marched down the sloping lawns toward a smooth, flat
lawn on the opposite side of the grounds to the forbidden forest,
whose trees were swaying darkly in the distance.
(via magicalromione)
Let’s appreciate the tank top, and all it does for teenage girls.
And people in their late 20s
(via bridgetojoshabithia)
WIP: Mockingjay: The Assassin by ~Catching-Smoke
You’re a painter. You’re a baker. You like to sleep with the windows open. You never take sugar in your tea. And you always double-knot your shoelaces.

