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.
Actors are by nature volatile—alchemic creatures composed of incendiary elements, emotion and ego and envy. Heat them up, stir them together, and sometimes you get gold. Sometimes disaster.
take me to church is still an amazing song. btw. if you wanted to know
no but literally. she tells me worship in the bedroom. the only heaven i’ll be sent to is when i’m alone with you. i was born sick but i love it. command me to be well. if you’re even listening
