grey’s anatomy, the hunger games, pretty little liars, hart of dixie, the vampire diaries, the mortal instruments, the infernal devices, once upon a time, harry potter, gossip girl.
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”.
But I don’t care what they say, I’m in love with you. They try to pull me away but they don’t know the truth. My heart’s crippled by the vein that I keep on closing. You cut me open and I keep bleeding.