♥ - Picture of me.
☺ - My first URL.
♣ - My saved URLs.
♦ - My current tumblr crushes.
☼ - My weird tricks.
♪ - My favorite song as of right now.
♫ - Do you follow _______?
↕ - How many blogs do you follow?
◄ - Describe my worst injury.
(via hungryforth3gam3s)
[…] Agonizing minutes drag past as my hopes diminish. Around the time that I’m deciding it’s too late, that Peeta’s dead, moved on, unreachable forever, he gives a small cough and Finnick sits back. I leave my weapons in the dirt as I fling myself at him. “Peeta?” I say softly. I brush the damp blond strands of hair back from his forehead, find the pulse drumming against my fingers at his neck. His lashes flutter open and his eyes meet mine.
“Careful,” he says weakly. “There’s a force field up ahead.” I laugh, but there are tears running down my cheeks.
(Source: unicorn-feelings, via theyliketohuntatnight)
“Leave the district. Run off. Live in the woods. You and I, we could make it.”
(via chroniclesofpanem)
