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.”
RE BLOGGING AGAIN BECAUSE THIS IS FUCKING CUTE, and it makes my heart and ovaries hurt simultaneously.
“I remember the first time I saw you. Your hair was in two braids instead of one. I remember when you sang in the music assembly and the teacher said “who knows the valley song” and your hand shot straight up. After that, I watched you going home everyday. Everyday.”