I’m gonna talk about LOST for a minute.
It was the first show I ever truly loved, from start to finish. I was in my living room on September 22, 2004 watching as Jack frantically tried to save everyone, all the way to May 23, 2010 when he couldn’t save himself. I never missed an episode, always dropped everything I was doing for the hour or two every Wednesday (or Tuesday or Thursday, depending on the time slot that season). I will admit that my faith wavered a bit when Charlie died, but I stuck with it and it never let me down. LOST taught me to take the cliffhangers in stride, roll with the punches of character death, and also taught me not to take everything at face value. LOST is the very definition of good tv: keeps you guessing and always wanting more. I laughed with Hurley, cried many jears with Jack, screamed in horror with Kate, went a little crazy with Claire, sang with Charlie, and put my faith in that mysterious island with Locke. I will never, ever forget this wonderful show and all that it’s given me. Thank you to JJ, Damon, Carlton, and the amazing cast for six years of quality television. Thank you, LOST.
[…] Agonizing minutes drag past as my hopes diminish. Around the time that I’m deciding it’s too late, that Peeta’s dead, moved on, unreachable forever, he gives a small cough and Finnick sits back. I leave my weapons in the dirt as I fling myself at him. “Peeta?” I say softly. I brush the damp blond strands of hair back from his forehead, find the pulse drumming against my fingers at his neck. His lashes flutter open and his eyes meet mine.
“Careful,” he says weakly. “There’s a force field up ahead.” I laugh, but there are tears running down my cheeks.
(Source: unicorn-feelings)
Via you call that a kiss?
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