#everything you despise‚ your mind stirs. your heart revolts. you gain more awareness but cannot distinguish reality from fiction and you

[malinaa]

if i think about the hunger games in peeta's perspective i WILL start sobbing

[summersunqueen]

rblg for the hashtag

if i think about the hunger games in peeta's perspective i WILL start sobbing

[anislandofmyown]

#imagine you're a boy who's going to die. you're in love with the girl you've been watching from afar. you know your fate.#you just want to help her‚ but then there's the announcement and she's here in front of you‚ kissing you‚ risking her life for you and you#think‚ i could live and i could love. you think she loves you when she hands you the berries‚ when she puts them in her mouth.#then you both survive and you go back home and nothing is real anymore. you have nothing. no family. no friends. no love. just an empty#house. a drunk for a neighbor. the love of your life walking into somebody else's arms. you think‚ i survived the games. i could survive#this. and you also think‚ i should've bit down on those berries‚ should've felt the juice burst before i died.#and then the third quarter quell announcement rings in your ears and you think‚ she will live and i will die as i should have in the first#place. the girl you love kisses you on the beach and somewhere you heart stirs and your mind revolts and you savor every touch she has ever#given to you‚ in front of the cameras and off. because you are a tribute and you are always being watched and snow's presence looms and#you think‚ i know she cares. but you get taken. you get drugged. you get tortured‚ your mind altered. the girl is a mutt‚ a murderer. she's#everything you despise‚ your mind stirs. your heart revolts. you gain more awareness but cannot distinguish reality from fiction and you#have never known katniss' love. the war ends. you heal. you come home. you plant primrose for her. years down the line‚ you grow in love#more than you thought possible. but some days‚ you cannot tell fiction from reality so you ask the love of your life‚ you love me.#real or not real? and she says‚ real‚ and kisses you.#and you sigh and kiss her back and revel in this. a home. a life. a love.#lit#the hunger games#everlark#otp: real or not real?#katniss everdeen#peeta mellark#text#tais toi lys#thgpost

if i think about the hunger games in peeta's perspective i WILL start sobbing

[knightmearh]

@doctorsrose tags ID: [#imagine you're a boy who's going to die. you're in love with the girl you've been watching from afar. you know your fate. #you just want to help her, but then there's the announcement and she's here in front of you, kissing you, risking her life for you and you #think, i could live and i could love. you think she loves you when she hands you the berries, when she puts them in her mouth. #then you both survive and you go back home and nothing is real anymore. you have nothing. no family. no friends. no love. just an empty #house. a drunk for a neighbor. the love of your life walking into somebody else's arms. you think, i survived the games. i could survive #this. and you also think, i should've bit down on those berries, should've felt the juice burst before i died. #and then the third quarter quell announcement rings in your ears and you think, she will live and i will die as i should have in the first #place. the girl you love kisses you on the beach and somewhere you heart stirs and your mind revolts and you savor every touch she has ever #given to you, in front of the cameras and off. because you are a tribute and you are always being watched and snow's presence looms and #you think, i know she cares. but you get taken. you get drugged. you get tortured, your mind altered. the girl is a mutt, a murderer. she's #everything you despise, your mind stirs. your heart revolts. you gain more awareness but cannot distinguish reality from fiction and you #have never known katniss' love. the war ends. you heal. you come home. you plant primrose for her. years down the line, you grow in love #more than you thought possible. but some days, you cannot tell fiction from reality so you ask the love of your life, you love me. #real or not real? and she says, real, and kisses you. #and you sigh and kiss her back and revel in this. a home. a life. a love.]

bestie you can’t just leave this in the tags.

if i think about the hunger games in peeta's perspective i WILL start sobbing

[cinematicnomad]

#imagine you're a boy who's going to die. you're in love with the girl you've been watching from afar. you know your fate. #you just want to help her‚ but then there's the announcement and she's here in front of you‚ kissing you‚ risking her life for you and you #think‚ i could live and i could love. you think she loves you when she hands you the berries‚ when she puts them in her mouth. #then you both survive and you go back home and nothing is real anymore. you have nothing. no family. no friends. no love. just an empty #house. a drunk for a neighbor. the love of your life walking into somebody else's arms. you think‚ i survived the games. i could survive #this. and you also think‚ i should've bit down on those berries‚ should've felt the juice burst before i died. #and then the third quarter quell announcement rings in your ears and you think‚ she will live and i will die as i should have in the first #place. the girl you love kisses you on the beach and somewhere you heart stirs and your mind revolts and you savor every touch she has ever #given to you‚ in front of the cameras and off. because you are a tribute and you are always being watched and snow's presence looms and #you think‚ i know she cares. but you get taken. you get drugged. you get tortured‚ your mind altered. the girl is a mutt‚ a murderer. she's #everything you despise‚ your mind stirs. your heart revolts. you gain more awareness but cannot distinguish reality from fiction and you #have never known katniss' love. the war ends. you heal. you come home. you plant primrose for her. years down the line‚ you grow in love #more than you thought possible. but some days‚ you cannot tell fiction from reality so you ask the love of your life‚ you love me. #real or not real? and she says‚ real‚ and kisses you. #and you sigh and kiss her back and revel in this. a home. a life. a love. (via @eeverlark)

if i think about the hunger games in peeta's perspective i WILL start sobbing

[pendragaryen]

#imagine you're a boy who's going to die. you're in love with the girl you've been watching from afar. you know your fate.#you just want to help her‚ but then there's the announcement and she's here in front of you‚ kissing you‚ risking her life for you and you#think‚ i could live and i could love. you think she loves you when she hands you the berries‚ when she puts them in her mouth.#then you both survive and you go back home and nothing is real anymore. you have nothing. no family. no friends. no love. just an empty#house. a drunk for a neighbor. the love of your life walking into somebody else's arms. you think‚ i survived the games. i could survive#this. and you also think‚ i should've bit down on those berries‚ should've felt the juice burst before i died.#and then the third quarter quell announcement rings in your ears and you think‚ she will live and i will die as i should have in the first#place. the girl you love kisses you on the beach and somewhere you heart stirs and your mind revolts and you savor every touch she has ever#given to you‚ in front of the cameras and off. because you are a tribute and you are always being watched and snow's presence looms and#you think‚ i know she cares. but you get taken. you get drugged. you get tortured‚ your mind altered. the girl is a mutt‚ a murderer. she's#everything you despise‚ your mind stirs. your heart revolts. you gain more awareness but cannot distinguish reality from fiction and you#have never known katniss' love. the war ends. you heal. you come home. you plant primrose for her. years down the line‚ you grow in love#more than you thought possible. but some days‚ you cannot tell fiction from reality so you ask the love of your life‚ you love me.#real or not real? and she says‚ real‚ and kisses you.#and you sigh and kiss her back and revel in this. a home. a life. a love. (@eeverlark)

if i think about the hunger games in peeta's perspective i WILL start sobbing

[malyen0retsev]

#imagine you're a boy who's going to die. you're in love with the girl you've been watching from afar. you know your fate. #you just want to help her‚ but then there's the announcement and she's here in front of you‚ kissing you‚ risking her life for you and you #think‚ i could live and i could love. you think she loves you when she hands you the berries‚ when she puts them in her mouth. #then you both survive and you go back home and nothing is real anymore. you have nothing. no family. no friends. no love. just an empty #house. a drunk for a neighbor. the love of your life walking into somebody else's arms. you think‚ i survived the games. i could survive #this. and you also think‚ i should've bit down on those berries‚ should've felt the juice burst before i died. #and then the third quarter quell announcement rings in your ears and you think‚ she will live and i will die as i should have in the first #place. the girl you love kisses you on the beach and somewhere you heart stirs and your mind revolts and you savor every touch she has ever #given to you‚ in front of the cameras and off. because you are a tribute and you are always being watched and snow's presence looms and #you think‚ i know she cares. but you get taken. you get drugged. you get tortured‚ your mind altered. the girl is a mutt‚ a murderer. she's #everything you despise‚ your mind stirs. your heart revolts. you gain more awareness but cannot distinguish reality from fiction and you #have never known katniss' love. the war ends. you heal. you come home. you plant primrose for her. years down the line‚ you grow in love #more than you thought possible. but some days‚ you cannot tell fiction from reality so you ask the love of your life‚ you love me.#real or not real? and she says‚ real‚ and kisses you.#and you sigh and kiss her back and revel in this. a home. a life. a love.

if i think about the hunger games in peeta's perspective i WILL start sobbing

[imoanurparentsnames]

do NOT leave this shit in the tags man

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image of a tumblr post by eeverlark (the ship name of katniss and peeta). post says “if i think about the hunger games in peeta’s perspective, i will start sobbing”.

tags say “imagine a boy who’s going to die. you’re in love with the girl you’ve been watching from afar, you know your fate. you just want to help her, but then there’s the announcement and she’s here in front of you, kissing you, risking her life for you. and you think “i could live and i could love”. you think she loves you when she hands you the berries, when she puts them in her mouth. then you both survive and you go back home and nothing is real any more. you have nothing. no family. no friends. no love. just an empty house. a drunk for a neighbour. the love of your life walking into somebody else’s arms. you think “i survived the games. i could survive this.” and you also think “i should’ve bit down on those berries, should’ve felt the juice burst before i died.” and then the third quarter quell announcement rings in your ears and you think “she will live and i will die as i should have in the first place”. the girl you love kisses you on the beach and somewhere your heart stirs and your mind revolts and you savour every touch she has ever given to you, in front of the cameras and off. because you are a tribute and you are always being watched and snow’s presence looms and you think “i know she cares” but you get taken. you get drugged. you get tortured. your mind altered. the girl is a mutt, a murderer. she’s everything you despise. your mind stirs. your heart revolts. you gain more awareness but cannot distinguish reality from fiction and you have never known katniss’ love. the war ends. you heal. you come home. you plant primrose for her. years down the line. you grow in love, more than you thought possible. but some days, you cannot tell fiction from reality, so you ask the love of your life, “you love me. real or not real?” and she says “real.” and kisses you. and you sigh and kiss her back and revel in this. a home. a life. a love.”

if i think about the hunger games in peeta's perspective i WILL start sobbing