Lee-00-na - Lina

“Give me your mornings, give me your sun and when it sets, give me your dark nights too cause I’m ready for anything from you.”

— Reema Tabra

“I thought the goddess of love would look…different.” The wrinkled old woman waved a dismissive hand, leaned closer, and smiled. “You are thinking of my daughter, the goddess of passion and romance. Dearie, I am the goddess of LOVE.”

Him*

yearning for her to the point it makes my fucking head hurt

Thank god for these small blessings (fanfiction)

Demeter: “I wouldn’t wish that on my worst enemy.”

Demeter: I would.

Hera: “I’m not gonna sink to their level.”

Hera: I will, coward.

Hestia: “I’m the bigger person.”

Hestia: I’m not even five foot five. Give me the knife, bitch.

Reaper is everything.

The respect he had for the other tributes. The grave he made for the fallen tributes. He was completely exposed and could have been killed by anyone, but recognizing those kids and respecting them the way they deserve was more important to him. The way he tore down the symbol of the government that was supposed to protect them, and used it to cover the bodies of the kids it failed so badly. His calm demeanor. The love he had for his sick and fragile district partner. The love he had for Wovey. The way he protected those gentle souls the best he could. He didn't even try to fight. He knew he wasn't going to kill any of these kids. He's the original revolution. He wasn't going to play the capitol's games. He didn't let them turn him into something he's not. He is everything good.

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my love mine all mine is so me