the odds are never in your favour

Life is not a song, sweetling. Someday you may learn that, to your sorrow.

This time, there is nothing but us to interrupt us. And after a few attempts, Peeta gives up on talking. The sensation inside me grows warmer and spreads out from my chest, down through my body, out along my arms and legs, to the tips of my being. Instead of satisfying me, the kisses have the opposite effect, of making my need greater. I thought I was something of an expert on hunger, but this is an entirely new kind.

MAKE ME CHOOSE: yourolicityqueen asked: Rebekah or Camille

red wedding // purple wedding

Making of The Hunger Games: Catching Fire

jmo & colin :: official captains of our ship

You wanna be friends? After everything that’s happened between all of us? I don’t want or expect that

For the first time in forever, I finally understand.

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