(via thatswhattheythought)
| police: | THIS IS THE POLICE! OPEN YOUR DOOR NOW! |
|---|---|
| me: | not with that attitude |
Peeta paints me in our meadow. My hair flows freely in the wind and his brow is creased in concentration. The remains of our district remain peaceful and the only sounds to be heard are those of nature. As he paints, a mockingjay repeats the four note melody Rue and I exchanged in the arena years ago, acting as a reminder of the loved ones we lost during the war.
(Source: finnickless, via yer-a-lizard-harry)
(Source: ruinedchildhood, via ohio-is4-lovers)
(Source: forever-is-ov3r, via h4te)
(via h4te)
(Source: ptrparker, via mageyoulook)
