@siriuslyobsessed394

Hey I finished

YAYYY sorry i got back to you so late i had a lot of shit going on :))))

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i just posted about this lmao

“After a while, I slide down the wall, cradling my swollen hands, panting. Pain stabs my chest, and I wonder if a person’s heart can really break. Probably. The word brokenhearted had to come from somewhere. I imagine my heart busted into a dozen glassy red pieces, their hard, jagged edges stabbing into my flesh at every beat.”

haymitch is so real for that, i feel the same way about you bro

what the FUCK do you mean Lenore Dove had geese. wtf. the fact that Haymitch raises geese after the abolition of the hunger games. oh they were so in love I’m fucking heartbroken already

I WAS MADE FOR LOVIN' YOU BABY

i need someone to scream about everlark and thg with

Don't ever hesitate. Reblog this. TUMBLR RULE. When you see it, REBLOG IT.

REALLL

(fuck i can't even say real without it being a hunger games reference)

okay i finished sotr already. that shit was life-ruining. suzanne collins is a genius and i am forever indebted to her. i think i need to read it again.

woke percabeth is pretty good... but i'm sorry nothing beats the original

Which percabeth do you prefer?

Because to Snow, Lucy Gray is an ideal. She's a picture perfectly representing what Snow should have had, what he deserved. And that's what still haunting him. The thought that the same picture may be forever unattainable.

But to Haymitch, Lenore Dove is everything. She is his age, and she grows and morphs as he grows and morphs. She is his other half. She's not a picture, no, she's a book that keeps growing.

To Snow, Lucy Gray is forever the same 16-year-old girl who ~betrayed~ him, and she haunts him accordingly. But Lenore Dove ages and grows gray alongside Haymitch, like she’s walking next to him through the years instead of lying in her grave. If you even care.