Oh my goodness </3 I got this from hungergames-humor.tumblr.com
Peeta and I grow back together. There are still moments when he clutches the back of a chair and hangs on until the flashbacks are over. I wake screaming from nightmares of mutts and lost children. But his arms are there to comfort me. And eventually his lips.
Wednesday May 5 @ 11:04am
reblogged from thestoryofjohannamason-deactiva
originally posted by thestoryofjohannamason-deactiva
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