i want someone to come pick me up and we just take a really long drive listening to music and not talk. singing is acceptable. just no talking.
you’re not friends until you call each other racial/homophobic slurs
mynightmaresareaboutlosingyou:
Imagine if at the end of mockingjay you hear Peeta say:”You love me, real or not real?”. After that the screen goes black and you hear Katniss say:”Real.”
and then the movie is over AND SO IS YOUR ENTIRE LIFE BECAUSE IT’LL BE THE LAST MOVIE AND GOSH MY FEELS.
jack’s got his skunk hair and the boner shirts are back that’s the definition of happiness

