purpledblues:

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.

masha-russia:

“Good night,” I whisper to the bow in my hand and feel it go still. I raise my left arm and twist my neck down to rip off the pill on my sleeve. Instead my teeth sink into flesh. I yank my head back in confusion to find myself looking into Peeta’s eyes, only now they hold my gaze. Blood runs from the teeth marks on the hand he clamped over my nightlock. “Let me go!” I snarl at him, trying to wrest my arm from his grasp.

“I can’t,” he says.

stydixa:

Catching Fire (2013) Dir. Francis Lawrence

stiles-lydia:

top 50 all time ships (as voted by my followers)
#10. katniss and peeta - t h e  h u n g e r  g a m e s
“it wasn’t until peeta hit the force field and nearly died that i knew i’d misjudged you. you love him. i’m not saying in what way, maybe you don’t even know yourself. but anyone paying attention can see how much you care about him.”

stydixa:

After your first games, I thought the whole romance was an act. We all expected you to continue that strategy. But it wasn’t until Peeta’s heart stopped and he nearly died that I knew I’d misjudged you. You love him. I’m not saying in what way. Maybe you don’t even know yourself. But anyone paying attention can see it.

kylos:

You could live a hundred lifetime and never deserve that boy.

peetamellarksnightlock:

The morphling stares into Peeta’s eyes, hanging on to his words.

“One time, I spent three days mixing paint until I found the right shade for sunlight on white fur. You see, I kept thinking it was yellow, but it was much more than that. Layers of all sorts of color. One by one,” says Peeta.

The morphling’s breathing is slowing into shallow catch-breaths. Her free hand dabbles in the blood on her chest, making the tiny swirling motions she so loved to paint with. “I haven’t figured out a rainbow yet. They come so quickly and leave so soon. I never have enough time to capture them. Just a bit of blue here or purple there. And then they fade away again. Back into the air,” says Peeta.

stiles-lydia:

it’s okay || you’re okay

unicorn-feelings:

AU | Post-Mockingjay: Peeta and Katniss going over the memory book with their children.(insp)

elizabetbennet:

What I need is the   d a n d e l i o n   in the spring. The   b r i g h t   y e l l o w   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.
_{(requested by matty-murdox)}