(via breadinhotchocolate)
“Ally.” Peeta says the words slowly, tasting it. “Friend. Lover. Victor. Enemy. Fiancee. Target. Mutt. Neighbor. Hunter. Tribute. Ally. I’ll add it to the list of words I use to try to figure you out. The problem is, I can’t tell what’s real anymore, and what’s made up.”
(via everlarkdaily)
I’m in a Hunger Games mood.
Not quites sure what this entails.
Possibly some fanfiction written by moi?
We’ll see.

Sometimes I feel okay and then I’m like wow that was a really nice 45 seconds
(Source: bitch--craft, via f1nn1ck-deactivated20120516)

The Hunger Games: Hands
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