peetaboobs:

omfkajlkdjlkd

together? together.

(Source: peetacolada)

If Peeta and I were both to die, or they thought we were….My fingers fumble with the pouch on my belt, freeing it. Peeta sees it and his hand clamps on my wrist. “No, I won’t let you.” “Trust me,” I whisper. He holds my gaze for a long moment then lets go. I loosen the top of the pouch and pour a few spoonfuls of berries into his palm. Then I fill my own. “On the count of three?”

jhutchersonisyummy:

peetatoast:

foreverllarks:

omg

HELP I CAN’T BREATHE

Dying

(Source: amber48162)

juwithemad:

a-hunger-for-the-games:

I need a life.

*dead*

why is this so funny?!

damn hahahahahahahhahahahahahaha

(Source: sting-like-a-tracker-jacker)

(Source: peetacolada)

“I don’t think it’s going to work out. Winning…won’t help in my case,” says Peeta. Why ever not?” says Caesar, mystified. Peeta blushes beet red and stammers out. “Because…because…she came here with me.”

(Source: justalittlefairy)

somaga:

Tweets from The Capitol

“I don’t think it’s going to work out. Winning…won’t help in my case,” says Peeta. Why ever not?” says Caesar, mystified. Peeta blushes beet red and stammers out. “Because…because…she came here with me.”

(Source: justalittlefairy)

“I don’t think it’s going to work out. Winning…won’t help in my case,” says Peeta. Why ever not?” says Caesar, mystified. Peeta blushes beet red and stammers out. “Because…because…she came here with me.”

(Source: im-the-mockingjay)

(Source: cheetosinmyhair)