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You’re a painter. You’re a baker. You like to sleep with the windows open. You never take sugar in your tea. And you always double-knot your shoelaces.”
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Jennifer Oh My God’ Lawrence

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Peeta without Capitol’s makeup 
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"I never wanted any of you to die for me." - Harry Potter
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Hijacked.

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everdness:

I'm more than just a piece in their Games.”

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ilarina:

What I want … what I want is to have him back. But I’ll never get him back now. 

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hewastheirfriendd:

My Top 100 Favorite Movies — 20. The Hunger Games

Hope. It is the only thing stronger than fear. A little hope is effective. A lot of hope is dangerous. Spark is fine, as long as it’s contained.”

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I search his eyes for any sign of hurt, any reflection of the agony and torture. There is n o t h i n g

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"I told you we should have rescued the boy first." Meaning Peeta. I couldn’t agree more. He would’ve been an excellent mouthpiece. And who did they fish out of the arena instead? Me, who won’t cooperate.

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I no longer feel allegiance to these monsters called human beings.

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"I never wanted any of you to die for me." - Harry Potter
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It’s a long shot, it’s suicide maybe, but I do the only thing I can think of. I lean in and kiss Peeta full on the mouth. His whole body starts shuddering, but I keep my lips pressed to his until I have to come up for air. My hands slide up his wrists to clasp his. “Don’t let him take you from me.”
Peeta’s panting hard as he fights the nightmares raging his head. “No. I don’t want to…
I clench his hands to the point of pain. "Stay with me."
His pupils contract to pinpoints, dilate again rapidly, and then return to something resembling normalcy. “Always,” he murmurs.

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