i'm mel i draw stuff and i cry over fictional idiots multifandom mess ➴ then, if a little man appears who laughs who has golden hair and who refuses to answer questions, please comfort me; send me word that he has come back.

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03.12.13
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earth, water, fire.


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13.09.13
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!!!!!!!!!!!

!!!!!!!!!!!


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17.03.13
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01.02.13
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and we all know what we’ve done, we must be killers, children of the wild ones.

and we all know what we’ve done, we must be killers, children of the wild ones.


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13.01.13
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It took days to finish him off. Beating, cutting off parts.


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06.01.13
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She laughs at odd places in the conversation or drops out of it distractedly.

She laughs at odd places in the conversation or drops out of it distractedly.


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21.12.12
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They live inside us, and sometimes, they win.


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09.10.12
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War will make corpses of us all.


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06.10.12
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hungoverhaymitch:

Peeta and I grow back together again. There are still moments when he clutches the back of a chair and hangs on until the flashbacks are over. I wake screaming from nightmares of mutts and lost children. But his arms are there to comfort me. And eventually his lips. On the night I feel that thing again, the hunger that overtook me on the beach, I know this would have happened anyway. That what I need to survive is not Gale’s fire, kindled with rage and hatred. I have plenty of fire myself. 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.

hungoverhaymitch:

Peeta and I grow back together again. There are still moments when he clutches the back of a chair and hangs on until the flashbacks are over. I wake screaming from nightmares of mutts and lost children. But his arms are there to comfort me. And eventually his lips. On the night I feel that thing again, the hunger that overtook me on the beach, I know this would have happened anyway. That what I need to survive is not Gale’s fire, kindled with rage and hatred. I have plenty of fire myself. 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.


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04.10.12
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Your face when it’s Finnick’s death - asked by Anon.

Your face when it’s Finnick’s death - asked by Anon.