posted 3 days ago    · reblog

Bright lights tearing us apart,

it’s gonna hurt all over.




But it’s Peeta I’m thinking about. I spot him now, still stranded on his metal plate



posted 6 days ago    via ru3ful © joshyhutchs    · reblog

I hunt, Peeta bakes and Haymitch drinks







“Katniss, shoot straight.”










“You’re not going to die. I forbid it. All right?”
“All right,” he whispers.




You really wanna know how to stay alive? You have to make people like you.