This is how me and my would-be soul mate would flirt
you know you have hit your lowest point of being low when you start procrastinating your showers
“No one really needs me,” he says, and there’s no self pity in his voice. It’s true his family doesn’t need him. They will mourn him, as will a handful of friends. But they will get on. Even Haymitch, with the help of a lot of white liquor, will get on. I realize only one person will be damaged beyond repair if Peeta dies. Me.
"I do," I say. “I need you.” he looks upset, takes a deep breath as if to begin a long argument, and that’s no good, no good at all, because he’ll start going on about Prim and my mother and everything and I’ll just get confused. So before he can talk, I stop his lips with a kiss.”
Peeta literally trying to push his face through the forcefield when Katniss was crying over the jabberjays.
IM NEVER EVER GONNA GET OVER THIS.
I love his reaction
MUCH GENTLEMAN, LOOK AT HOW HE JUST ACCEPTS IT AND LAUGHS. HE ISN’T GROSSED OUT, HE REALIZES THAT IT’S COMPLETELY NORMAL, LIKE WOWOW FOUR FOR YOU JOSH, FOUR FOR YOU
**cries about being fat** **gets two large French fries at mdonalds**