"You have provided a spark, that left unattended,
may grow into an inferno
that d e s t r o y s Panem”
My internet was down for 5 minutes so i went downstairs and spoke to my family
They seem like nice people
I squeeze my eyes shut and try to reach for him across the hundreds and hundreds of miles, to send my thoughts into his mind, to let him know he is not alone.
[catching fire | chapter 22]
➳ She lies on the sand, gasping like a fish out of water. Sagging skin, sickly green, her ribs as prominent as a child’s dead of starvation. Surely she could afford food, but turned to the morphling just as Haymitch turned to drink, I guess. Everything about her speaks of waste - her body, her life, the vacant look in her eyes. I hold one of her twitching hands, unclear whether it moves from the poison that affected our nerves, the shock of the attack, or withdrawal from the drug that was her sustenance. There is nothing we can do. Nothing but stay with her while she dies.
' They'll either want to kill you, kiss you, or be you.'
THAT ACTUAL PHYSICAL ACHE YOU FEEL WHEN YOU LOVE A CHARACTER SO MUCH YOU SCREAM ABOUT THEM IN CAPSLOCK 800% OF THE TIME
Run like your life depends on it. Because it does.