the hunger games + bruised and battered → requested by malcobbs

I take his hand, holding on tightly, preparing for the cameras,
and dreading the moment when I will finally have to let go.

two strangers, fading into dust.

(Source: frostingpeetaswounds)

(Source: frostingpeetaswounds)

The Hunger Games | I’m Peeta And I Know It

(Source: oppositeends)

I like to watch his hands as he works, making a blank page bloom with strokes of ink, adding touches of color to our previously black and yellowish book.

His face takes on a special look when he concentrates. His usual easy expression is replaced by something more intense and removed that suggests an entire world locked away inside him. […]

I also become a little fixated on his eyelashes, which ordinarily you don’t notice much because they’re so blond. But up close, in the sunlight slanting in from the window, they’re a light golden color and so long I don’t see how they keep from getting all tangled up when he blinks.

One afternoon Peeta stops shading a blossom and looks up so suddenly that I start, as though I were caught spying on him, which in a strange way maybe I was.

• Catching Fire

(Source: unicorn-feelings)

catnus:

There’s no actual movie out yet so we make do: Mockingjay.