All is bright.
Gift idea #14 in our Very Merry Countdown.
my friend’s boyfriend broke up with her via snapchat and if that doesn’t sum up the 21st century in one event i don’t know what does
i swear taylor swift dated more guys then i have followers on tumblr
I feel sorry your follower count is so low maybe it’s all the slut shaming :(
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."
if a small child talks to you and your instinct is to crouch down so you can be at their eye level, I like you about 60% more automatically
“do your homework”
“clean your room”
“hang out with your friends”
“Stop posting this gif every week”