I remain at the window long after the woods have swallowed up the last glimpse of my home. This time I don’t have even the slightest hope of return. Before my first Games, I promised Prim I would do everything I could to win, and now I’ve sworn to myself to do all I can to keep Peeta alive. I will never reverse this journey again.
alone we can do so little; together we can do so much
Two weeks ago, I thought there was no way I’d ever find someone like Blaine. And there he was!
I think the Ravenclaw motto should be caw caw motherfuckers
I vote we change them all
hiss hiss motherfuckers
roar roar motherfuckers
is the one for hufflepuff missing cause they’re too polite to say motherfucker or cause nobody knows what a badger sounds like?
find find motherfuckers
I stop his lips with a kiss. I feel that thing again. The thing I only felt once before. In the cave last year, when I was trying to get Haymitch to send us food. I kissed Peeta about a thousand times during those Games and after. But there was only one kiss that made me feel something stir deep inside. Only one that made me want more. But my head wound started bleeding and he made me lie down. This time, there is nothing but us to interrupt us. And after a few attempts, Peeta gives up on talking. The sensation inside me grows warmer and spreads out from my chest, down through my body, out along my arms and legs, to the tips of my being. Instead of satisfying me, the kisses have the opposite effect, of making my need greater. I thought I was something of an expert on hunger, but this is an entirely new kind.