The sun persists in rising, so I make myself stand
I started watching Game of Thrones last night and I can already tell I’m going to regret it…
20 hours in 3 days
I’M NEVER WATCHING THIS SHOW AGAIN FUCK EVERYTHING
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Hearing voices from the television room, I go in and find Peeta. Beside him on the couch is the box Effie sent of tapes of the old Hunger Games. I recognize the episode in which Brutus became victor.
Peeta rises and flips off the tape when he sees me.
“Couldn’t sleep?”“Not for long” I say.
“Want to talk about it?” he asks.
Sometimes that can help, but I just shake my head, feeling weak that people I haven’t even fought yet already haunt me. When Peeta holds out his arms, I walk straight into them. It’s the first time since they announced the Quarter Quell that he’s offered me any sort of affection […]
I wrap my arms tightly around his neck before he can order me to do push-ups or something. Instead he pulls me in close and buries his face in my hair. Warmth radiates from the spot where his lips just touch my neck, slowly spreading through the rest of me. It feels so good, so impossibly good, that I know I will not be the first to let go
SOME ANONYMOUS LITTLE SHIT JUST MESSAGED ME, TELLING ME WHAT HAPPENS IN THE RED WEDDING.
I WILL RIP YOUR THROAT OUT
I started watching Game of Thrones last night and I can already tell I’m going to regret it…
20 hours in 3 days
