letters-to-my-future-love:

I’m still waiting for you… but you might not be waiting for me. You might be in love with someone else now… or single like me.

I’m so sorry if time will come that we’ll meet and I’ll snob you. I hope you won’t give up on me. I haven’t been in a very deep relationship in my 18 years of existence so please bear with me. I won’t know how to act right in front of you.

I’m not really demanding - a smile, a hug or kiss will do. I don’t need anything fancy and material on special occasions - I’m not that type of girl. Just having you will make me happy.

 I don’t expect you to be the perfect boyfriend - an honest, open and loyal heart will do.

I don’t expect you to shout to the whole world about our love but you holding my hand in front of other people will do. Just promise you won’t let go.

(submitted by iamstayz)

peaceloveshenanigans:

“’No one really needs me,’ he says, and there’s no self-pity in his voice. It’s true his family doesn’t need him. They will mourn him, as will a handful of friends. But they will get on. Even Haymitch, with the help of a lot of white liquor, will get on. I realize only one person will be damaged beyond repair if Peeta dies. Me.

‘I do,’ I say. ‘I need you.’ He looks upset, takes a deep breath as if to begin a long argument, and that’s no good, no good at all, because he’ll start going on about Prim and my mother and everything and I’ll just get confused. So before he can talk, I stop his lips with a kiss.

I feel that thing again. The thing I only felt once before. In the cave last year, when I was trying to get Haymitch to send us food. I kissed Peeta about a thousand times during those Games and after. But there was only one kiss that made me feel something stir deep inside. Only one that made me want more. But my head wound started bleeding and he made me lie down. 

This time, there is nothing but us to interrupt us. And after a few attempts, Peeta gives up on talking. The sensation inside me grows warmer and spreads out from my chest, down through my body, out along my arms and legs, to the tips of my being. Instead of satisfying me, the kisses have the opposite effect, of making my need greater. I thought I was something of an expert on hunger, but this is an entirely new kind.”

-Catching Fire

waytoberiley:

Because I know, in the back of my mind, way deep down, that people are going to end up hurting me. So I feel that if I don’t open up, and don’t show emotion to people, they won’t be able to hurt me. They won’t know anything, therefore they won’t be able to do anything wrong.