You float like a feather in a beautiful world

Hello I'm crazy about series, I'm 19 years old and I live in France. ♥ Desperate Housewives, One tree hill, The Vampire Diaries, Grey's Anatomy, Gossip Girl, Glee, Pretty Little Liars, Game of thrones, Awkward, Devious Maids, The OC, New Girl, Under the dome,Teen Wolf, My Mad Fat Diary, Suburgatory, 90210, Red Band Society, How to get away with murder...

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You’re the Worst - 02x12 - Other Things You Could Be Doing

[emmy4keri]

[dark-side-of-the-screen]

[ssouderss]

You’re a painter. You’re a baker. You like to sleep with the windows open. You never take sugar in your tea. And you always double-knot your shoelaces.

[akai-echo]

MJ2 Everlark so far.

[akai-echo]

I will never…

for @hijacked-victor

[zoooooooe]

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.”

[ymrory]

…that’s what you and I do, protect each other.

Katniss Everdeen (via ymrory)

[arthusiast]

ma no, non si amano, no no

[almie18]

They play in the Meadow. The dancing girl with the dark hair and blue eyes. The boy with blond curls and gray eyes, struggling to keep up with her on his chubby toddler legs. It took five, ten, fifteen years for me to agree. But Peeta wanted them so badly. When I first felt her stirring inside of me, I was consumed with a terror that felt as old as life itself. Only the joy of holding her in my arms could tame it. Carrying him was a little easier, but not much. The questions are just beginning. The arenas have been completely destroyed, the memorials built, there are no more Hunger Games. But they teach about them at school, and the girl knows we played a role in them. The boy will know in a few years. How can I tell them about that world without frightening them to death? My children, who take the words of the song for granted: Deep in the meadow, under the willow, a bed of grass, a soft green pillow, lay down your head, and close your sleepy eyes, and when again they open, the sun will rise. Here it’s safe, here it’s warm, here the daisies guard you from every harm, here your dreams are sweet and tomorrow brings them true, here is the place where I love you. My children, who don’t know they play on a graveyard. Peeta says it will be okay. We have each other. And the book. We can make them understand in a way that will make them braver. But one day I’ll have to explain about my nightmares. Why they came. Why they won’t ever really go away. I’ll tell them how I survive it. I’ll tell them that on bad mornings, it feels impossible to take pleasure in anything because I’m afraid it could be taken away. That’s when I make a list in my head of every act of goodness I’ve seen someone do. It’s like a game. Repetitive. Even a little tedious after more than twenty years. But there are much worse games to play.

[holenuvoletralatesta]

[alienlikealifestyle]

[books-are-my-life18]

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