Bad. This is bad. It brings on the flood of images that torments me, awake or asleep. Peeta being tortured - drowned, burned, lacerated, shocked, maimed, beaten - as the Capitol tries to get information about the rebellion that he doesn’t know. I squeeze my eyes shut and try to reach for him across the hundreds and hundreds of miles, to send my thoughts into his mind, to let him know he is not alone.
But he is.
And I can’t help him. - Mockingjay, Suzanne Collins

mellarkia:

The Reaping from Mr Mellark’s POV.

My eyes find the girl - the woman - I had once hoped to marry in the crowd as her daughter’s name is called, only for her other daughter to volunteer in her place. Katniss Everdeen. I find the back of Peeta’s head in the crowd, blonde hair shining in the sun. I barely have time to take pity for him, watching the girl he’s so admired all his life stand up and accept her probable death. Because the boys are being called, and it’s Peeta Mellark. He steps forward, and for a second I see a tiny boy running home and telling me that he’s met the girl he wants to marry and she’s called Katniss. 

Oh, my boy. My poor boy.

(Source: behindthebakery)

see these people they lie
and i don’t know who to believe anymore
but there comes you

When I find you…
When I find you…

…I’ll find me

jonquille:

The Hunger Games Victors: Mags, Haymitch, Finnick, Johanna, Annie, Katniss and Peeta.

“So after, when he whispers,” You love me. Real or not real?” I tell him, “Real.” 

(Source: hartz-blum)

(Source: funnymushroom)

(Source: rabid)

(Source: behindthebakery)