turn the dirt into joy
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Female. 17. French. Freakishly tall & chocolate lover. In so many fandoms I lost count. Not a spoiler-free blog.

These bloody days have broken my heart: my lust, my youth did them depart. For your wit alone, many men would bemoan. And since it is so, many still cry loud. It is a great loss that you are dead and gone. The time you had about above your poor degree. The fall whereof your friends may well bemoan. A rotten twig upon so high a tree has slipped your hold, and you are dead. And gone. These bloody days have broken my heart. My lust. My youth did them depart, and blind desire of ambitious souls. Who hastes to climb seeks to revert: and about the throne the thunder rolls.
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Sometimes, I think of Peeta, and I try to imagine what his life was like before the Games. My headcanon is, he never truly fitted in his family. His mother was always hard on him, and his brothers always mocked him about being so sensitive and about loving a girl who didn’t even know who he was. Peeta was cotton, soft and tender, and his mother and brothers, they were steel, hard and cold. His father, however, understood him a lot more, because he used to be like him. And though he never intervened when his oldest sons picked on his youngest or when his wife punished him for unfair reasons, he always made sure Peeta knew he was not alone, whether it was through an understanding look, or a soft pat on the back, or a few carefully chosen words dropped here and there over the years.

Posted: 11 months ago
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the hunger games peeta mellark rambling sorry about that just felt like sharing