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mellarkia:

Peeta’s episodes from Katniss’ POV (post-Mockingjay). 

Nights like these are the worst. He’ll freeze, scrunch his face up as though trying to swallow something bitter, and rush out into the rain like a man searching for his soul. I find him, half an hour later, huddled in some old coal-storage unit that’s half burned down so it offers no protection from the icy rain and wind. He looks at me, wild. There’s fear; so much fear as I approach him, and Dr Aurelius’ words run through my mind; don’t approach too quickly, no sudden movements, keep conversation quiet and neutral, show no hostility…Peeta’s huddled on the floor, soaking wet and shivering from the cold and from the terror. It takes me a couple of minutes of the cure-all quiet, neutral conversation before he’ll let me sit next to him, but only a few moments after that before he crumbles next to me and lets me pull his head down into my neck and hold him while he rides out the tears. The grief has to come, the tears have to flow. Peeta will have episodes, and so will I, but we will always come back. Home is each other; home will never leave. 

mellarkia:

She was slipping away; every time they hooked the drip to his wrists and filled him with poison, he saw another memory slip through the cracks, replaced with hatred. Her lips pulling away from his, her eyes clouding over with hatred, her hands covered in blood. Maybe she was a mutt, after all…


Just a Game
Birdy
The Hunger Games: Songs From District 12 & Beyond
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myonlyhopeismusic:

Just A Game - Birdy

kcvmh:

You don’t talk to me and then you say you have a crush on me?!

The Hunger Games Recap in 15 Minutes [x]

I’m not allowed to bet, but if I could, I’d bet on you.

plantingcosmos:

Mockingjay by Suzanne Collins

I’m sorry, John F. Kennedy Memorial High School. Do you find my essay condescending? Well, don’t be incredibly condescending in your prompt and expect less from me.