What I need is the dandelion in the spring. The bright yellow that means rebirth instead of destruction. The promise that life can go on, no matter how bad our losses. That it can be good again. And only Peeta can give me that.

So after, when he whispers, You love me. Real or not real? I tell him, Real.

sobbing over the fact that Clint will blame himself for what happened while he was under Loki’s control until the day he dies.

jeremy-ruiner:

mastermarksman:

#always crying about Clint #ALWAYS