when did homosexuality become wrong i mean in ancient rome they just had giant orgies and nobody thought twice about it
at the 5th pic Peeta is like lemme touch your boobs Cato
UNF these are yummy
Cato stands before me, almost at the lip of the horn, holding Peeta in some kind of headlock, cutting off his air. Peeta’s clawing at Cato’s arm, but weakly, as if confused over whether it’s more important to breathe or try and stem the gush of blood from the gaping hole a mutt left in his calf.
Peeta and I grow back together. There are still moments when he clutches 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. […]
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.
A spark could be enough to set them a b l a z e
Elegance and style. The official version of you, sir.