Oh, my god. You were dead. You were dead. Your heart stopped.
Sometimes in life, all you have are fucked up, poisonous choices.
"Getting ready today - you look amazing - did anything cute happen?
You’re the mockingjay, Katniss. While you live, the revolution lives.”
I’ve never seen any animal move so fast. They slide down the vines as if the things were greased. Leap impossible distances from tree to tree. Fangs bared, hackles raised, claws shooting out like switchblades. I may be unfamiliar with monkeys, but animals in natulre don’t act like this. "Mutts!" I spit out as Finnick and I crash into the greenery.
I like how his vocab goes from “frickin’ weird” to “macro”
Josh’s facial expressions as the crowd cheers when Jennifer mentions Winter’s Bone and her Oscar season. (x)
“But I feel as if I did know Rue, and she’ll always be with me. Everything beautiful brings her to mind. I see her in the yellow flowers that grow in the Meadow by my house. I see her in the Mockingjays that sing in the trees. But most of all, I see her in my sister, Prim.”
Isn’t it strange that I know you’d risk your life to save mine, but I don’t even know what your favorite color is?
“You’re still trying to protect me. Real or not real,” he whispers. “Real,” I answer. “Because that’s what you and I do, protect each other.”
I’m not method at all. As soon as they call “cut”, I’m thinking about food and moving on.