“Once upon a time, there was a girl who talked to the moon. And she was mysterious and she was perfect, in that way that girls who talk to moons are."
Lys, 16. Slytherin.
Emma and Tom having a chat during the GQ Men of the Year Awards
At a few minutes before four, Peeta turns to me again. "Your favorite color…it’s green?"
"That’s right." Then I think of something to add. "And yours is orange."
"Orange?" He seems unconvinced.
"Not bright orange. But soft. Like the sunset," I say. "At least, that’s what you told me once."
"Oh." He closes his eyes briefly, maybe trying to conjure up that sunset, then nods his head. "Thank you."
But more words tumble out. "You’re a painter. You’re a baker. You like to sleep with the windows open. You never take sugar in your tea. And you always double-knot your shoelaces."
Then I dive into my tent before I do something stupid like cry.
DAY OF THE DOCTOR AU
└ In which Ten is the one who meets the conscience. (1/?)
of course chris is like nine, all serious and businisslike
david is like ten, all freaking out panic what even is car
and matt like eleven, driving off the tracks like a toddler on a sugar rush
My baby’s are all grown up
*sobs into my AM shirt*
"if you have to describe jennifer lawrence in one gif what would it be?"