"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.

effiestrinkets:

Both my voice and body have a jerky, disjointed quality, like a puppet being manipulated by unseen forces.

You’ve given them an opportunity. They just have to be brave enough to take it.

bursten:

I hate brushing my teeth at night because that signifies that you can’t have anymore food and I’m just never ready for that kind of commitment

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