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kvtnisseverdeen · 7 months
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Buttercup begins to wail as well. No matter what I do, he won’t go. He circles me, just out of reach, as wave after wave of sobs racks my body, until eventually I fall unconscious. But he must understand. He must know that the unthinkable has happened and to survive will require previously unthinkable acts. Because hours later, when I come to in my bed, he’s there in the moonlight. Crouched beside me, yellow eyes alert, guarding me from the night. In the morning, he sits stoically as I clean the cuts, but digging the thorn from his paw brings on a round of those kitten mews. We both end up crying again, only this time we comfort each other.
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evafoxs · 11 months
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“I feel the bow purring in my hand. Reach back and grasp the arrow. Position it, aim at the rose, but watch his face. He coughs and a bloody dribble runs down his chin. His tongue flicks over his puffy lips. I search his eyes for the slightest sign of anything, fear, remorse, anger. But there’s only the same look of amusement that ended our last conversation.”
— Mockingjay by Suzanne Collins
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daeneryssansa · 1 year
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KATNISS EVERDEEN & PEETA MELLARK The Hunger Games: Mockingjay, Part 2
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bellamysgriffin · 7 months
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Break up, break free, break through, break down You would break your back to make me break a smile (x)
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lenoreamidala · 1 year
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my favorite book from a specific book series: the hunger games
I'll tell them how I survive it. I'll tell them that on bad mornings, it feels impossible to take pleasure in things because I'm afraid it could be taken away. That's when I make a list in my head of every act of goodness I've seen someone do. It's like a game. Repetitive. Even a little tedious after more than twenty years. But there are much worse games to play.
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saybiwithme · 16 days
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— Page 134 of The Fourth Closet by Scott Cawthon
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mellams · 2 years
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There isn’t a soul in this dungeon who knows the first thing about Katniss.
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aaronstveit · 2 years
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You’re still trying to protect me. Real or not real?
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the-yennefer · 2 years
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“Katniss has been completely stripped down when we find her at the beginning of this movie. She’s suffered from post-traumatic stress from the first games. She had to go back. She wakes up in a district that she didn’t even know existed. She’s lost her home. She’s completely bare and has to rebuild herself” (Jennifer Lawrence, 2014).
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amberbread · 2 years
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I suppose you're just gonna hide down here forever?
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film365 · 2 years
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Mockingjay - Part 2 (2015) — 27/365
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daeneryssansa · 1 year
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     Peeta and I grow back together. There are still moments when he clutches the back of a chair and hangs on until the flashbacks are over. I wake screaming from nightmares of mutts and lost children. But his arms are there to comfort me. And eventually his lips. On the night I feel that thing again, the hunger that overtook me on the beach, I know this would have happened anyway. That what I need to survive is not Gale’s fire, kindled with rage and hatred. I have plenty of fire myself. What I need is the dandelion in the spring. The bright yellow that means rebirth instead of destruction. The promise that life can go on, no matter how bad our losses. That it can be good again. And only Peeta can give me that.      So after, when he whispers, “You love me. Real or not real?”      I tell him, “Real.”
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daenerya · 4 years
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she said fuck trump
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fanvidz · 2 years
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Katniss Everdeen Fan Video - Abraham’s Daughter
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katnissevrdeens · 4 years
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STAY W I T H ME !
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thegodoflies · 4 years
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You’re not my homeland anymore, so what am I defending now?
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