History was made here
hungerfire gave it to me
Oh hey look, a 12 year-old just grasped the main concepts of The Hunger Games more accurately than most media networks.
it's as if i'm finnick, watching images of my life flash by.
Letting your parents listen to your favorite music is so much like bringing a boyfriend home for approval but marginally more important
Photos from the Catching Fire set posted by Kimberley Drummond (Rue’s aunt)
The bird, the pin, the song, the berries, the watch, the cracker, the dress that burst into flames. I am the mockingjay. The one that survived despite the Capitol’s plans. The symbol of the rebellion.
Peeta’s the good one, the likable one. He can make people believe anything. I’m the one who shuts up and sits back and lets him do as much of the talking as possible.
"Jen is awesome. She truly is. She’s a great girl, she’s really fun, she’s really funny, she’s very down to earth, she’s super-humble and extremely talented and I work with her more than anybody on set because she works pretty much every day, and she never ceases to surprise me with her performance and her choices but never takes herself seriously and she’s very endearing because of it." - Francis Lawrence
unfortunately, i think that’s true
We stand there, face-to-face, not meeting each other’s eyes. "You didn’t come see me in the hospital." He doesn’t answer, so finally I just say it. "Was it your bomb?"
"I don’t know. Neither does Beetee," he says. "Does it matter? You’ll always be thinking about it."
He waits for me to deny it; I want to deny it, but it’s true. Even now I can see the flash that ignites her, feel the heat of the flames. And I will never be able to separate that moment from Gale. My silence is my answer.
"That was the one thing I had going for me. Taking care of your family," he says. "Shoot straight, okay?" He touches my cheek and leaves. I want to call him back and tell him that I was wrong. That I’ll figure out a way to make peace with this. To remember the circumstances under which he created the bomb. Take into account my own inexcusable crimes. Dig up the truth about who dropped the parachutes. Prove it wasn’t the rebels. Forgive him. But since I can’t, I’ll just have to deal with the pain.