the world will break your heart ten ways to sunday, that’s guaranteed. and I can’t begin to explain that- or the craziness inside myself and everybody else, but guess what? sunday is my favorite day again. I think of everything everyone did for me.



#same



You are the Mockingjay.





my impossible girl



“Not only are we in the districts forced to remember the iron grip of the Capitol’s power each year, we are forced to celebrate it. And this year, I am one of the stars of the show. I will have to travel from district to district, to stand before the cheering crowds who secretly loathe me, to look down into the faces of the families whose children I have killed.”

“Not only are we in the districts forced to remember the iron grip of the Capitol’s power each year, we are forced to celebrate it. And this year, I am one of the stars of the show. I will have to travel from district to district, to stand before the cheering crowds who secretly loathe me, to look down into the faces of the families whose children I have killed.”