Clove: District 2.
“She never misses.”

and I’m conscious only of a strong wind with the hopeful smell of pine trees.

mybitchhaymitch:

hewhispersalways:

PERFECTION. I CANT BREATH.HOLYYYY<3

i start shaking every time… I CANT EVEN.. 

And then Clove slams into me, knocking me flat on my back,
pinning my shoulders to the ground, with her knees.

“Nervousness seeps into terror as I anticipate what is to come. I could be dead, flat out dead, in an hour. Not even.”

This is no place for a girl on fire.