Every heart sings a song, incomplete, until another heart whispers back. Those who wish to sing always find a song. At the touch of a lover, everyone becomes a poet.
I can feel Peeta press his forehead into my temple and he asks, ‘So now that you’ve got me, what are you going to do with me?’ I turn into him. ‘Put you somewhere you can’t get hurt.
My nightmares are usually about losing you. I’m okay once I realize you’re here.
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.
Whoa. The MLA has officially devised a standard format to cite tweets in an academic paper. Sign of the times.
I love thee with a love that shall not die, till the sun grows cold and the stars grow old.
Thank you for being the one place I can be honest.
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