They used to shout my name, now they whisper it
Nothing is the same forever
It’s the things we love most that destroy us
there is no place for a girl on fire
But there are much worse games to play.
I’m a princess cut from marble, smoother than a storm,
And the scars that mark my body, they’re silver and gold,
peeta is the capitol’s w e a p o n ,
the same way that you’re o u r s .
Miss Everdeen, it’s the things we love most that destroy us.
You haven’t hurt people - you’ve given them an opportunity. They just have to be brave enough to take it.
a M O C K I N G J A Y is a creature the Capitol never intended to exist