


It was my arrow, aimed at the chink in the force field surrounding the arena, that brought on this firestorm of retribution. That sent the whole country of Panem into chaos.
THE HUNGER GAMES - MOCKINGJAY | NOVEMBER 2014-2015
make me choose: gabetrickster asked “prim or
rue”“Time and tragedy have forced her to grow too quickly, at least for my taste, into a young woman who stitches bleeding wounds and knows our mother can hear only so much.”
(Source: charliecox)
“Get out!” He dodges the pillow I throw at him. “Go away! There’s nothing left for you here!” I start to shake, furious with him. “She’s not coming back! She’s never ever coming back here again!” I grab another pillow and get to my feet to improve my aim. Out of nowhere, the tears begin to pour down my cheeks. “She’s dead.” I clutch my middle to dull the pain. Sink down on my heels, rocking the pillow, crying. “She’s dead, you stupid cat. She’s dead.”

What is the worst pain? To me, it’s always the pain that is present.
“We had to save you because you’re the mockingjay, Katniss. While you live, the revolution lives.”

I am not pretty. I am not beautiful. I am as radiant as the sun.