The girl on fire. @theburningrebel - Tumblr Blog

glhwthrn:

“I don’t know, I just… it doesn’t matter. Can we forget about it?”

“As if you would let me forget.”

#glhwthrn #v: tba

ahnminhyk

theburningrebel

a l w a y s .

#everlark

pearlkiss-blog

Even more than I would’ve if he’d died.

captainjoshiferoriginal

theburningrebel

captainjoshifer:

There lived a boy

Who fell in love

With a simple girl

Whose power

Changed everything

Including himself

#everlark

ev-erlarks

[…] I keep the few items I had on me when I was lifted from the arena. My mockingjay pin. Peeta’s token, the gold locket with photos of my mother and Prim and Gale inside. A silver parachute that holds a spile for tapping trees, and the pearl Peeta gave me a few hours before I blew out the force field. […]

I feel around for the parachute and slide my fingers inside until they close around the pearl. I sit back on my bed cross-legged and find myself rubbing the smooth iridescent surface of the pearl back and forth against my lips. For some reason, it’s soothing. A cool kiss from the giver himself.

#everlark #c r i e s

everlarc

We are not star-crossed lovers!

#everlark

unicorn-feelings

AU/Post-Mockingjay -Peeta and Katniss perform District 12’s marriage ritual. "We have our own little ceremony, where they make their first fire, toast a bit of bread, and share it. Maybe it’s old-fashioned, but no one really feels married in District 12 until after the toasting.”

#cries #wish #everlark

innerwreck

I want you to remember that I said that

#everlark #bbs

afirewiel

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.

Mockingjay (via afirewiel)

#everlark #my baby #quote

unicorn-feelings

He looks well. Thin and covered with burn scars like me, but his eyes have lost that clouded, tortured look. He’s frowning slightly, though, as he takes me in. I make a halfhearted effort to push my hair out of my eyes and realize it’s matted into clumps. I feel defensive. "What are you doing?" "I went to the woods this morning and dug these up. For her," he says. “I thought we could plant them along the side of the house.” I look at the bushes, the clods of dirt hanging from their roots, and catch my breath as the wordrose registers. I’m about to yell vicious things at Peeta when the full name comes to me. Not plain rose but evening primrose. The flower my sister was named for.

#everlark #wish