There’s no secret to living, just keep on walking.

There’s no secret to dying, just keep on flying.

God knows your lonely souls.

-mellarks:

Peeta: “Your favorite color… it’s green?”

Katniss: “That’s right. And yours is orange.”

Peeta: “Orange?”

Katniss: “Not bright orange. Like the sunset.At least that’s what you told me once.”

Peeta: “Oh.Thank you.”

Katniss: “You’re a painter. You’re a baker. You like to sleep with the windows open. You never take sugar in your tea. And you always double-knot your shoelaces.” 

Then I dive into my tent before I do something stupid like cry.

—- Mockingjay p.271

you walk along the stream,
your head caught in a waking dream.
your protector’s coming home.

as you lay to die beside me, baby,
on the morning that you came.
would you wait for me,
the other one,
would you wait for me?

(Source: defiantbritta)

thedailylovejournal:

Garrett Hedlund ► On his fears.
“I’ve always had a longstanding dream, ever since I was a kid, where I was running on a big lake of ice and I kept running and kept running, just about to where I was trying to get to, and I fell through the ice, and then I couldn’t find the hole where I fell through to get back out again. It was always like this certain thing where I could only get so far before everything collapses. So I guess it’s a bit of living in fear. But I don’t try to put it that way, because I feel that is going to pull everything you fear toward you. It’s about acknowledging the fear for about five percent, and then ninety-five percent goes into shrugging it all off.”

“You love me. Real or not real?”

“Real”, I say.

(Source: district12)

betweenwaters:

It’s like chasing the last train, when we both know it’s too late.

-everdeen:

I’ve seen the worst of you, too.

(Source: -everdeen)

lorenlytyratheon:

snaresandbombs:

Finnick’s last words repeated in Annie’s head. “Yes. Katniss already told me that Finn’s gone. But no. I don’t believe her, I don’t believe them. He is coming back, Johanna. Finn’s coming back. We just have to wait.” “No, Annie,” Johanna sighed. “Finnick is not coming back this time.”

And on Annie’s death bed, she saw herself waiting on the beach. Finnick walked toward her and took her hand and she smiled because she was right. He always comes back.