I like “clingy” people.
I love it when people are affectionate with me. I like when they always invite me places, or text me, or call me. I would rather have that person than someone who makes me text them first all the time and replies back like 10 hours later.
(Source: yeezuschristler, via happinesscoffeegosling)
"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.
(Source: hundredlifetimes, via tordo-district12)