I know that I’m hard to love. Some days I’m all smiles and affection and then other days there’s nothing I want more than to be quiet and lie in bed.
Sometimes I get angry about stupid things and won’t want to talk to you. Other days I’ll think that you’re the most perfect person in the world.
Please don’t give up on me. I know it’s not easy but I’ll always come back to you."
“It’s really rare in your life that saying yes to something will completely change your life.”
if youre feeling like a big awkward fuck up who messes up everything just think about how if u were a character in a work of fiction sooo many people would see your perceived flaws as lovable and endearing character traits and how youd still be their favorite character to draw coffeeshop AUs of regardless
this is so uplifting
every time i wear a fandom shirt i think someone will recognise it and we’ll talk and stuff
Post-Mockingjay AU - Peeta and Katniss’ daughter learns about the Hunger Games
bread is so fucking good man I could prob eat an entire bakery in 25 minutes or less
He is a part of me, always will be, and I am a part of him, too. I don’t belong to Abnegation, or Dauntless, or even the Divergent. I don’t belong to the Bureau or the experiment or the fringe. I belong to the people I love, and they belong to me—they, and the love and loyalty I give them, form my identity far more than any word or group ever could. “Caleb,” I say, “I love you.” His eyes gleam with tears as he says, “I love you, too, Beatrice.” Caleb sinks to his knees. “If I don’t survive,” I say, “tell Tobias I didn’t want to leave him.”
Slowly, as I would with a wounded animal, my hand stretches out and brushes a wave of hair from his forehead. He freezes at my touch, but doesn‘t recoil. So I continue to gently smooth back his hair. It‘s the first time I have voluntarily touched him since the last arena.
“You‘re still trying to protect me. Real or not real,” he whispers.
“Real,” I answer. It seems to require more explanation.“Because that‘s what you and I do. Protect each other.”
After a minute or so, he drifts off to sleep.
I feel around for the parachute and slide my fingers inside until they close around the pearl. I sit back on my bed cross-legged and find myself rubbing the smooth iridescent surface of the pearl back and forth against my lips. For some reason, it’s soothing. A cool kiss from the giver himself.