BOOKS, FILMS, TV SERIES, BANDS, SONGS AND FICTIONAL CHARACTERS THAT LEFT ME DAMAGED BEYOND REPAIR

 

Me watching the final scene of Mockingjay part 2

carolinepeeta:

Peeta: You love me. Real or not real? 

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Me: …

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Katniss:

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Real

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Peeta and Katniss: …

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Me: Yes!

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But then when the everlark babies appear…

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Please, we need the toastbabies in the movie so badly!

Who’s not been her when you like a guy? It’s like hearing “blablabla” and thinking “look at those yummy lips, just keep talking”

(Source: foxyliciouss)

I don’t know why his voice reaches me when no one else’s can –Mockingjay, chapter 23

(Source: braverdeen)

“President Snow used to…sell me…my body, that is,” Finnick begins in a flat, removed tone. “I wasn’t the only one. If a victor is considered desirable, the president gives them as a reward or allows people to buy them for an exorbitant amount of money. If you refuse, he kills someone you love. So you do it. I wasn’t the only one, but I was the most popular. And perhaps the most defenceless, because the people I loved were so defenceless. 

Oh Finnick

(Source: mockingjay-lost)

I never wanted any of this. Never wanted to be in the games. I just wanted to save my sister, and keep Peeta alive.

(Source: peetaamellrk)

buttercupisbrainless:

ilovehungergamesmorethanyou:

Real by nelyang17

"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.”
-Mockingjay, ch.21

buttercupisbrainless:

ilovehungergamesmorethanyou:

Real by nelyang17

"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.”

-Mockingjay, ch.21