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the eldest of the kids, became the main supporter of the family.
it wasn’t just a strategy for Peeta. I’m not sure what it was for me. But I know now it was nothing but painful for Gale.
Peeta and I will have to present ourselves as lovers again.
too male,
the sunlight from the window picking up the glint of fresh snow in his blond hair.
fresh-baked bread
longhorn steakhorn
I’m staring into the snakelike eyes of President Snow.
i can only imagine count olaf
The smell of roses and blood has grown stronger
As for the blood . . . I don’t know.
it was on his breath.
Everyone I love doomed.
I love Peeta Mellark.
that was the year District 12’s very own Haymitch Abernathy won the crown.
Haymitch has never mentioned his personal experience in the arena
omg the quarter quell makes so much sense. so many horrid things happened to haymitch :(
Effie
thats me
who I didn’t save. Who I let die.
I picture her lying on the ground with the spear still wedged in her stomach.
He catches me and spins me around
we have our first kiss in months.
can feel the steadiness that Peeta brings to everything.
Peeta and me, Effie
I tell him everything.
More like solitary confinement.
Even if it means taking my own life.
Too many people’s fates depend on my giving a good show.
having the hair ripped off my body while Peeta sleeps in.
f the patriarchy
my designated future husband
me and my book bfs
manners matter deeply to her.
Peeta takes a seat beside me.
I am everywhere.
putting a bullet through his head.
But obviously, all I’ve done today is get three people killed,
like I’m too inconsequential or stupid or weak to handle them.”
soooooo relatable
don’t I even rate the truth from you?”
think they’ll be lucky if they survive the day!”
I’ve never seen him like this.
when he, who was at death’s door, had gotten nothing.
He doesn’t even bother to look at me
A spark could be enough to set them ablaze.
Everything is happening too fast for me to process it.
me and my tism
wrapped in each other’s arms, guarding against dangers
hold to the slim hope that we can still reach
enfolding me in the smell of blood and roses,
So you would think
GOD I HATE WHEN AUTHORS BREAK THE FOURTH WALL
twenty-two dead tributes will never recover from the Games
For the first time in ages I’ve slept through the night.
Rue,
you slept like you were happy,”
My nightmares are usually about losing you,”
