I am very critical of myself. I can never just sit back and enjoy the movie. I find myself critiquing myself a lot, like “I said that weird,” or “That was a weird face,” or “I have a funky hair thing going on there.”
Duck face, really?
Peeta: You love me. Real or not real?
Me: REAL x 132498104891094281049810984!!! HOW COULD I NOT LOAF YOU. YOU ARE THE SWEETEST GUY EVER WITH A GREAT PERSONALITY, SMILE, AND DEDICATION TOWARDS THE PEOPLE THAT YOU LOVE. HOW COULD I HATE YOU EVER!! ONLY A BLIND PERSON WOULD MISS A CHANCE ON THE ALMIGHTY YOU. YOU ARE PERFECT PEETA. YOU COULD BREAK MY HEART INTO A MILLION PIECES AND I'D STILL LOVE YOU. YOU SAY THE SWEETEST THINGS AND YOU JUST HAVE A BIG HEART. MY LOVE FOR YOU IS REAL.
When Rue Dies:
Rue, sleeping in the meadow.
Good and safe.
