THIS. 

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I’ve found Wally. (I’ve never felt so happy to do it. Not even in my childwood years). 

I’ve found Wally.

(I’ve never felt so happy to do it. Not even in my childwood years). 

Show me some skin. I might bite it.

—The Ben Taylor Band - Wicked Way. 

That what I need to survive is not Gale’s fire, kindled with rage and hatred. I have plenty 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.” 

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Oh, yes, and this. 

Oh, yes, and this. 

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His jaw, for fuck’s sake! 

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Jules and that video ♥.

Jules and that video ♥.

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Cute :)

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This. RIB, take note!

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My thoughts after The Hunger Games madness.

My thoughts after The Hunger Games madness.

This is my mind speaking. (♥)

This is my mind speaking. (♥)

Up and down, there it goes; paper aeroplane. It hasn’t flown the seven seas to you, but it’s on its way.

—Angus and Julia Stone - Paper Aeroplane

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