aw, man. christie, though, how the heck does someone even begin to explain christie. okay, actually, i know how. karen gillan. karen gillan. karen gillan. but really, when you look beyond the colourful* (* obsessive, adorably so) exterior of love for karen, you will find a wonderful, just-as-obsessive-about-other-things-but-still-adorably-so friend in christie. one i don’t really appreciate enough, if i’m honest, but that’s kinda a running thing with me, i’m just bad at the friend thing. but she’s a fluffy ball of lovely and sweet and passionate and i’m thankful for her daily.
My mum after watching the Breaking Bad pilot: This show is so crazy and it’s making me nervous I don’t think I’m going to like it. Put on the next episode.
We’re one episode away from finishing season 1.
The Mindy project + When Harry met Sally
“This is glass grade. I mean, you got…Jesus, you got crystals in here 2 inches, 3 inches long. This is pure glass. You’re a damn artist! This is art, Mr. White!.” — Season 1
Peeta and I grow back together. There are still moments when he clenches the back of a chair and hangs on until the flashbacks are over. I wake screaming from nightmares of mutts and lost children. But his arms are there to comfort me. And eventually his lips. On the night I feel that thing again, the hunger that overtook me on the beach, I know this would have happened anyway. That what I need to survive is not Gale’s fire, kindled with rage and hatred. I have plently 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.
So after, when he whispers, "You love me. Real or not real?"
I tell him, "Real."
One last adventure.
GET AWAY FROM ME
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