Peeta is no longer the boy who bravely faced the 74th Hunger Games, but a true Capitol hero.
It’s as if I’m Finnick, watching images of my life flash by. The mast of a boat, a silver parachute, Mags laughing, a pink sky, Beetee’s trident, Annie in her wedding dress, waves breaking over rocks. Then its over.”
THEIR FACES. I’m done
THIS WOULD MAKE A WONDERFUL MEET-CUTE FOR A FIC! ALSO, OH LOOK AT THAT, I SHIP IT!
I need your help. Sure Carrie, w h a t e v e r y o u n e e d.
I thought I understood it, that I could grasp it, but I didn’t, not really. Only the smudgeness of it; the pink-slippered, all-containered, semi-precious eagerness of it. I didn’t realize it would sometimes be more than whole, that the wholeness was a rather luxurious idea. Because it’s the halves that halve you in half. I didn’t know, don’t know, about the in-between bits; the gory bits of you, and the gory bits of me.
The loop is too fucking perfect.
i could just sit here and watch this for forever