Why am I hopping around like some trained dog trying to please people I hate?
I killed you. And you. And you.
Time and tragedy have forced her to grow too quickly, at least for my taste, into a young woman who stitches bleeding wounds and knows our mother can hear only so much.
She reaches in, digs her hand deep into the ball, and pulls out a slip of paper. The crowd draws in a collective breath, and then you can hear a pin drop, and I'm feeling nauseous and so desperately hoping that it's not me, that it's not me, that it's not me. Effie Trinket crosses back to the podium, smoothes the slip of paper, and reads out the name in a clear voice. And it's not me. It's Primrose Everdeen.
What will break me into a million pieces so that I am beyond repair, beyond usefulness?
Because it doesn't matter anymore, and because I'm so desperately lonely I can't stand it.
You'll never be able to let him go. You'll always feel wrong about being with me.
Remember, girl on fire,” he says, “I'm still betting on you.
Don't. Don't let's pretend when there's no one around.
Embrace the probability of your imminent death....and know there is nothing i can do to save you.
I'm on a frosting sailboat, tossed around by blue-green waves, the deck shifting beneath my feet.
But once I saw Fulvia Cardew crumple up a sheet of paper with just a couple of words written on it and you would’ve thought she’d murdered someone from the looks she got.
Yeah, we wouldn't want to lose our little Mockingjay when she's finally begun to sing.
If you won't talk about yourself, at least compliment the audience. Just keep turning it back around, all right. Gush.
You can’t miss your schedule. Every morning, you’re supposed to stick your right arm in this contraption in the wall. It tattoos the smooth inside of your forearm with your schedule for the day in a sickly purple ink. 7:00—Breakfast. 7:30—Kitchen Duties. 8:30—Education Center, Room 17. And so on. The ink is indelible until 22:00—Bathing
so people really do tear out their hair and beat the ground with their fists
The awful thing is that if i can forget they're people, it will be no different at all
if i win and you die, i dont have a home to go back to. you are my life.
Tuck in your tail, little duck.
Okay, listen to me, you're stronger than they are. You are. They just want a good show, that's all they want. You know how to hunt. Show them how good you are.
I don't like self-righteous people," I say. "What's to like?" says Haymitch, who begins sucking the dregs out of the empty bottles.
In stark contrast to two nights ago, when I felt Peeta was a million miles away, I'm struck by his immediacy now. As we settle in, he pulls my head down to use his arm as a pillow; the other rests protectively over me even when he goes to sleep. No one has held me like this in such a long time. Since my father died and I stopped trusting my mother, no one else's arms have made me feel this safe.
It's hard to hate my prep team. They're such total idiots." - Katniss.
The audience must be sick to death of the star-crossed lovers from District 12. I know I am.
That seems to be crossing some kind of line," I say. :So anything goes?" They both stare at me- Beetee with doubt, Gale with hostility. "I guess there isn't a rule book for what might be unacceptable to do to another human being.
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