They don’t understand,
I’m not broke I’m just a broken hearted man.
I came to win, to fight, to conquer, to thrive. I came to win, to survive, to prosper, to rise.
I’ve had a lot of practice at wiping my face clean of emotions and I do this now. I catch a glimpse of myself on the television screen on the wall that’s airing my arrival live and feel gratified that I appear almost bored. Peeta Mellark, on the other hand, has obviously been crying and interestingly enough does not seem to be trying to cover it up. I immediately wonder if this will be his strategy in the Games.
I think I may have found my new favourite picture of Josh.
#THIS IS CRUEL AND UNUSUAL PUNISHMENT #LOOK AT THAT SMILE #HE’S LIKE REALLY? #UGH AND SHE’S SO FAKE ABOUT IT #BUT HE BELIEVES HER#BECAUSE HE WANTS TO BELIEVE HER #AND SHE DOESN’T KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH HERSELF #BUT LOOK #AT #THAT #MOTHER #FUCKING #SMILE #the hunger games#spoilers #otp: dandelion in the spring #emotionally compromised
The tags are 100% accurate.
If Peeta and I were both to die, or they thought we were….My fingers fumble with the pouch on my belt, freeing it. Peeta sees it and his hand clamps on my wrist. “No, I won’t let you.” “Trust me,” I whisper. He holds my gaze for a long moment then lets go. I loosen the top of the pouch and pour a few spoonfuls of berries into his palm. Then I fill my own. “On the count of three?”
uhhm, I didn’t know there was one in Australia? And probably not anyway :) x
wait, this was suppose to be some sort of request, why did i make this again?someone tell me to go to bed or something