four and six

jaclcfrost:

[finds the most sarcastic asshole in the series] my love

hawtorned:

Anonymous made me choose: The Mortal Instruments or Catching Fire

We star-crossed lovers of District 12, who suffered so much and enjoyed so little the rewards of our victory, do not seek our fans’ favor, grace them with our smiles, or catch their kisses. We are unforgiving.
And I love it. Getting to be myself at last.

mockingjalie:

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.”

5/7 - Brazil

haunt, verb:  persistently and disturbingly present (in the mind)

We sit for a while in silence. “It’d would be bad for you in the arena, wouldn’t it? Knowing all the others?” I ask.
“Oh, I think we can count on it being unbearable wherever I am.” He nods at the bottle. “Can I have that back now?”

©PONDERISM