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I want you guys to forget everything you think you know about the games. Last year was child’s play. This year, you’re dealing with all experienced killers.

I take a deep breath. My arms rise slightly- as if recalling the black-and-white wings Cinna gave me- then come to rest at my sides.
“I’m going to be the Mockingjay.”

"This is the revolution. And you are the Mockingjay.”

"Let’s start with something more basic. Isn’t it strange that I know you’d risk your life to save mine … but I don’t know what your favorite color is?" he says. A smile creeps onto my lips. "Green. What’s yours?” “Orange,” he says. “Orange? Like Effie’s hair?” I say. “A bit more muted,” he says. “More like … sunset.”

They can pump whatever they want into my arm but it takes more than that to keep a person going once she’s lost the will to live. 


the hunger games + white (requested by anonymous)

the hunger games + white (requested by anonymous)

"Gale mimics Effie Trinket, "I almost forgot! Happy Hunger Games!" He plucks a few blackberries from the bushes around us. "And may the odds -" he tosses a berry in a high arc toward me and I catch it in my mouth. "- be ever in your favor!" I finish with equal verve."

Favorite Movies: The Hunger Games (2012)

I stare into the night, thinking of what a difference a day makes. How yesterday morning, Finnick was on my kill list, and now I’m willing to sleep with him as my guard. He saved Peeta and let Mags die and I don’t know why. Only that I can never settle the balance owed between us.

cinnasownmockingjay:

Catching Fire + Elements [1/4]

Slowly I raise my eyes and take in the water spreading out in every direction. I can only form one clear thought. This is no place for a girl on fire.