It’s addicting. Thank you to J! Lifesaver. You spared me from a day of boredom.
I wish I was more like Katniss. Brave. Witty. Detached, in some ways. Can play the game. Can be compassionate to the right people. Doesn’t rely on somebody. Charming to the people. Can be a tease. A savior. Spontaneous, you’ll never know what she can do, how she can charm, how she can outwit.
Gale for Katniss. Why is everybody so in love with Peeta? I really don’t get it. No matter how tough a girl is, it should always be the guy who shall save her from most scary things. And not the other way around.
And look at this.
Weren’t they born for each other? You need somebody who can keep your back safe. Someone who thinks and says that he wants to go live in the woods with you. Somebody who can take care of your family when you can’t do that yourself. Somebody who will not question your decisions of going away, but would stay forever for you to come back. Somebody who would put up with you for whatever stunt you have pulled when he can’t be there for you. Somebody like… Gale. (And I am in love. Bow.)
She has no idea. The effect she can have.
For some reason, Gale and Peeta do not co-exist well together in my thoughts.
Sometimes when things are particularly bad, my brain will give me a happy dream.
I’m sure they didn’t notice anything but you. You should wear flames more often. They suit you.
And there I am, blushing and confused, made beautiful by Cinna’s hands, desirable by Peeta’s confession, tragic by circumstance, and by all accounts, unforgettable.