And so I'm stupid for thinking they might be useful. Because of something Johanna Mason said while she was oiling her breasts for wrestling.
And so I'm stupid for thinking they might be useful. Because of something Johanna Mason said while she was oiling her breasts for wrestling.
Hey, Finnick, come on in! We figured out how to make you pretty again!
I wish Peeta were her to hold me, until I remember I'm not supposed to wish, that anymore. I have chosen Gale and the rebellion, and a future with Peeta is the Capitol's design, not mine.
KEEP CALM and HAVE A SUGAR CUBE
The audience must be sick to death of the star-crossed lovers from District 12. I know I am.
You know, you could live a thousand lifetimes and not deserve him.
But some secrets are too delicious not to share.
I killed you. And you. And you.
I'm going to be the Mockingjay.
Look into the confusing mess of life and see things for what they really are.
Real or not real? I am on fire.
Theres not going back. So we might as well move on with things
While I was waiting...I ate your lunch
Birds are settling down for the night, singing lullabies to their young.
Her name's Prim. She's just twelve. And I love her more than anything.
I remember everything about you...you were the one who wasn't paying attention
It crosses my mind that Cinna's calm and normal demeanor masks a complete madman.
My little sister, Prim, curled up on her side, cocooned in my mother's body, their cheeks pressed together. In sleep, my mother looks younger, still worn but not so beaten-down. Prim's face is as fresh as a raindrop, as lovely as the primrose for which she was named. My mother was very beautiful once, too. Or so they tell me.
Plants are tricky. Many are edible, but one false mouthful and your dead
The cat that Prim got hates me, I think partly because I tried to drown it.
What must it be like, I wonder, to live in a world where food appears at the press of a button? How would I spend the hours I now commit to combing the woods for sustenance if it were so easy to come by? What do they do all day, these people in the Capitol, besides decorating their bodies and waiting around for a new shipment of tributes to rill in and die for their entertainment?
And to us, we're more married than any piece of paper or big party could make us.
Highly unlikely but not impossible.
If my holding out those berries was an act of temporary insanity, then those people will embrace insanity too.
Look, if you wanted to be babied you should have asked Peeta.
The idea of being strong for someone else having never entered their heads, I find myself in the position of having to console them. Since I'm the person going in to be slaughtered, this is somewhat annoying.
You're hideous, you know that, right?
Buttercup, miserable even with Prim's constant attention, huddles in the cube and exhales cat breath in my face.
I know he was desperate. That makes people do all kinds of crazy things.
I'm in pain. That's the only way I get your attention
Making knots. Making knots. No word. Making knots. Tick-tock. This is a clock. Do not think of Gale. Do not think of Peeta. Making knots.
Roses. Wolf mutts. Tributes. Frosted Dolphins. Friends. Mockingjays. Stylists. Me. Everything screams in my dreams tonight.
They don't know that I'm already asking for the moon.
Why? Do you find this...distracting?
But because two can play at this game, I stand on tiptoe and kiss his cheek. Right on his bruise.
Here's some advice. Stay alive.
I stand there unmoving while they take part in the boldest form of dissent they can manage. Silence.
It's my new best friend, Claudius Templesmith, and as I expected it, he's inviting us to a feast.
My mother says healers are born, not made.
Remember, we're madly in love, so it's all right to kiss me anytime you feel like it.
The heat of the bread burned into my skin, but I clutched it tighter, clinging to life.
What was that you were saying just before the food arrived? Something about me... no competition... best thing that ever happened to you...
As coal pressured into pearls by our weighty existence. Beauty that arose out of pain.
I can't fight the sun. I can only watch helplessly as it drags me into a day that I've been dreading for months. Katniss Everdeen
If you die and i live there's no life for me back in District 12. You're my whole life. I would never be happy again.
My nightmares are usually about losing you. I'm okay once I realize you're here.
The main thing I feel is a sense of relief. That I can give up this game. That the question of whether I can succeed in this venture has been answered, even if that answer is a resounding no. That if desperate times call for desperate measures, I am free to act as desperately as I want.
You've got to go through it to get to the end of it.
Cleaning me up is just a preliminary step to determining my new look. With my acid-damaged hair, sunburned skin, and ugly scars, the prep team has to make me pretty and then damage, burn, and scare me in a more attractive way.
I merely feel emptyness. A hollow of dead brush where flowers use to bloom.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories