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ezriela: WHERE IS THIS FROM?! Good GOD.

Wed, 15 May 2013 23:05:05 -0400

ezriela:

WHERE IS THIS FROM?! Good GOD.

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deadlysilencet: 90210

Wed, 15 May 2013 01:29:45 -0400

deadlysilencet:

90210

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callmemrbooth:

Wed, 15 May 2013 01:06:42 -0400

callmemrbooth:

everybody-try-flyinggg: LANNIE 4EVER

Wed, 15 May 2013 00:56:14 -0400

everybody-try-flyinggg:

LANNIE 4EVER

anto87: I read the end of your book. The person that you made,...

Wed, 15 May 2013 00:55:57 -0400

anto87:

I read the end of your book. The person that you made, the guy that rides up on the motorcycle and says exactly how he feels and what he wants even when it’s complicated. That’s the guy I want to be! And I’m here to say that I don’t care how hard it is. It’s what I want. Because what we have is worth it. Annie, I love you. I always have.

Everything we’ve been through with this two was worth it, even just to see this moment!

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Lannie = Endgame

Wed, 15 May 2013 00:37:54 -0400

pillarsofsand:

octafood: i just fucking died

Wed, 15 May 2013 00:37:40 -0400

octafood:

i just fucking died

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Only one figure stays huddled against the wall. “Peeta,” I...

Wed, 08 May 2013 19:41:26 -0400

Only one figure stays huddled against the wall. “Peeta,”
I say. There’s no response. Has he blacked out? I crouch in front of him, pulling his cuffed hands from his face. “Peeta?” His eyes are like black pools, the pupils dilated so that the blue irises have all but vanished. The muscles in his wrists are hard as metal.

“Leave me,” he whispers. “I can’t hang on.”
“Yes. You can!” I tell him. Peeta shakes his head.
“I’m losing it. I’ll go mad. Like them.” […]

It’s a long shot, it’s suicide maybe, but I do the only thing I can think of. I lean in and kiss Peeta full on the mouth. His whole body starts shuddering, but I keep my lips pressed to his until I have to come up for air.

My hands slide up his wrists to clasp his.
“Don’t let him take you from me.” Peeta’s panting hard as he fights the nightmares raging in his head.
“No. I don’t want to…”

I clench his hands to the point of pain. “Stay with me.” His pupils contract to pinpoints, dilate again rapidly, and then return to something resembling normalcy.

“Always,” he murmurs.

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Wed, 08 May 2013 19:37:23 -0400

hanfamphotodump: 2012 - Naylor Family Home, Tulsa, OK

Wed, 08 May 2013 19:37:08 -0400

hanfamphotodump:

2012 - Naylor Family Home, Tulsa, OK