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”.
(Source: dr-lexiegrey)
Via Love. Laugh. Live Free.
About me
Sinner saved by GRACE. 21 year old Junior Psychology major at North Greenville University. Learning to be a servant.
