do you still believe in love, I wonder?
we need to decide which way you’re going to fall
"You’re alive," I whisper, pressing my palms against my cheeks, feeling the smile that’s so wide it must look like a grimace. Peeta’s alive. And a traitor. But at the moment, I don’t care. Not what he says, or who he says it for, only that he is still capable of speech.
emilia clarke | instyle uk, april 2014
and chest hairappreciation (x)
looks like you’ve been on the road a while.