Here is a question that I am unsure how to answer: When you make a person your h o m e, where do you go when they are gone? What shelters you from the wind and rain? Where do you go at the end of the day when you’re exhausted and on the edge of tears? (x)
The truth is, it benefits no one to live in a world where these things happen.
All those months of taking it for granted that Peeta thought I was wonderful are over. Finally, he can see me for who I really am. Violent. Distrustful. Manipulative. Deadly. And I hate him for it.
I found myself regretting I hadn’t run off with her earlier in the day, as she suggested. But there was no getting out of it at that point.
There’s always a flaw in the system.
You know, for me I think that when I meet someone and there’s that magical thing about them that makes them unforgettable, that they’re sincere and honest in whoever they are; be that funny, happy, sad, going through a rough time, sarcastic… I think that these personality traits that come through when somebody is really sincere is what makes them beautiful.