CATCHING FUCKING FIRE
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.”
THIS IS WHY THE INTERNET WAS CREATED. THIS WINS ALL THE AWARDS.
I’m surprised she isn’t accusing Suzanne Collins of stealing her story.