“Ally.” Peeta says the words slowly, tasting it. “Friend. Lover. Victor. Enemy. Fiancee. Target. Mutt. Neighbor. Hunter. Tribute. Ally. I’ll add it to the list of words I use to try to figure you out. The problem is, I can’t tell what’s real anymore, and what’s made up.” - Mockingjay
seems like a pretty good way to go
I’ve been spending the last 8 months thinking all love ever does is break and burn and end. - Taylor Swift
In the woods waits the only person whom I can be myself.
I love you to the moon and back.
Some are a melody and some are the beat, but sooner or later they will all be gone. Why don't they stay young?