We manage the darkness as we did in the arena, wrapped in each other’s arms, guarding against dangers that can descend at any moment.

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We manage the darkness as we did in the arena, wrapped in each other’s arms, guarding against dangers that can descend at any moment.
Peeta making Katniss smile
"I want to die as myself. I don’t want them to change me in there. Turn me into some kind of monster that I’m not. I keep wishing I could think of a way to…to show the Capitol that they don’t own me. That I’m more than just a piece in their Games.”
Mockingjay Part 1, Characters + Promotional Images
we all want the same thing.
Josh Hutcherson riding his motorcycle in Beverly Hills - July 23, 2014.
reversed
Josh Hutcherson, SBNN Celebrity Basketball Game, August 8, 2014
ari_nicolex: Just met Josh hutcherson tonight! #peeta
J U S T Y O U
All I can think of is the emaciated bodies of the children on our kitchen table as my mother prescribes what the parents can’t give. More food. Now that we’re rich, she’ll send some home with them. But often in the old days, there was nothing to give and the child was past saving, anyway. And here in the Capital they’re vomiting for the pleasure of filling their bellies again and and again. Not from illness of body or mind, not from spoiled food. It’s what everyone does at a party. Expected. Part of the fun.
What we want.
I feel around for the parachute and slide my fingers inside until they close around the pearl. I sit back on my bed cross-legged and find myself rubbing the smooth iridescent surface of the pearl back and forth against my lips. For some reason, it’s soothing. A cool kiss from the giver himself.