Stammer starts laughing and pushes her hard to Bella.
(LOLZ pink! >.<)
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.
Sometimes, someone says something so small, and it just fits right into this empty space in your heart. <3
There comes a point in every child's life, that they learn a dandelion is a weed. Not a flower.
Reach the unreached and touch the untouched.
Make a wish. Just because it makes you happy thinking about it if it did come true.
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.
Sometimes, someone says something so small, and it just fits right into this empty space in your heart. <3
There comes a point in every child's life, that they learn a dandelion is a weed. Not a flower.
Reach the unreached and touch the untouched.
Make a wish. Just because it makes you happy thinking about it if it did come true.
Claire smiled. "Not really interested in the race anymore." She sighed.
Stammer kept pushing her harder and harder.
Avery and Adonis did the same.
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.
Sometimes, someone says something so small, and it just fits right into this empty space in your heart. <3
There comes a point in every child's life, that they learn a dandelion is a weed. Not a flower.
Reach the unreached and touch the untouched.
Make a wish. Just because it makes you happy thinking about it if it did come true.
Claire laughed. She took his hand. "Claire." She said. Gosh he's hot. Her mind said.
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.
Sometimes, someone says something so small, and it just fits right into this empty space in your heart. <3
There comes a point in every child's life, that they learn a dandelion is a weed. Not a flower.
Reach the unreached and touch the untouched.
Make a wish. Just because it makes you happy thinking about it if it did come true.