“Ally.” Peeta says the words slowly, tasting it. “Friend. Lover. Victor. Enemy. Fiancee. Target. Mutt. Neighbor. Hunter. Tribute. Ally. I’ll add it to the list of words I use to try to figure you out. The problem is, I can’t tell what’s real anymore, and what’s made up.”
Via Forgetting will never be an option
PLS. COME BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK! :)
(Source: andrewsgarfield)
Via Forgetting will never be an option
