Oh naïve little me,
Asking what things you have seen.
“Unfortunately, I think that’s true.”
Legolas shall be for the Elves; and Gimli son of Glóin for the Dwarves. For Men you shall have Aragorn son of Arathorn.
inspired by (x) and everything else
I always plan really cute movie nights with myself but then I fall asleep
Put this screencap on my tombstone
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."
these are fucking paintings
Why have I never eaten ice cream in the bathtub
"I just wanted to hold them accountable, if only for a moment,” says Peeta.
“For killing that little girl.”