“District twelve, where you can starve to death in safety.”

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mellarkia:

Peeta’s epilogue.

There are things we can never be free of; scars that are burnt onto us too deeply to fade away with time. There’s those nights in the Games, the creeping approach of the unknown, and that terrible fear that the Capitol drugged me with. I can never really be fixed, or truly free, because a pawn taken off the chess board is still a pawn, and we’ll be their broken playthings forever. But our children are beautiful, so beautiful, like Katniss. And they bring a warm hope to my heart, like the smile she gives me in the mornings, and the last kiss before bedtime. It will be good again. 

(via mynightmaresareaboutlosingyou)



If you could be another member of the band, who would it be and why? (x)

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Oh, no! I wish I looked like you, little duck!

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