My demons are calling for help

female awesome meme; 8/10 ladies who deserve better: johanna mason (thg) “make him pay for it.”

get to know me meme - favorite movies  [2/5] -> catching fire. The bird, the pin, the song, the berries, the watch, the cracker, the dress that burst into flames. I am the mockingjay. The one that survived despite the Capitol’s plans. The symbol of the rebellion.

Real or not real? I am on fire. The balls of flame that erupted from the parachutes shot over the barricades, through the snowy air, and landed in the crowd. I was just turning away when one caught me, ran its tongue up the back of my body, and transformed me into something new. A creature as unquenchable as the sun. Closing my eyes doesn’t help. Fire burns brighter in the darkness.

Fear does not work as long as there is hope. - The Hunger Games: Catching Fire (2013)  

“Finnick!” Something between a shriek and a cry of joy. A lovely if somewhat bedraggled young woman — dark tangled hair, sea green eyes — runs toward us in nothing but a sheet. “Finnick!” And suddenly, it’s as if there’s no one in the world but these two, crashing through space to reach each other. They collide, enfold, lose their balance, and slam against a wall, where they stay. Clinging into one being. Indivisible. A pang of jealousy hits me. Not for either Finnick or Annie but for their certainty. No one seeing them could doubt their love.”

“They’re playing with you because you’re so … you know.” “No, I don’t know,” I say. And I really have no idea what he’s talking about. “It’s like when you wouldn’t look at me naked in the arena even though I was half dead. You’re so … pure,” he says finally. “I am not!” I say. “I’ve been practically ripping your clothes off every time there’s been a camera for the last year!” “Yeah, but … I mean, for the Capitol, you’re pure,” he says, clearly trying to mollify me. “For me, you’re perfect.”

“Did you have a nightmare? I have nightmares, too.”

“did you love annie right away, finnick?“ i ask. "no.” a long time passes before he adds, “she crept up on me.”

And for the first time, I understand what he means. I want to do something, right here, right now, to shame them, to make them accountable, to show the Capitol that whatever they do or force us to do there is a part of every tribute they can’t own.

❝ MOST DAYS MY DEMONS ARE SILENT, BUT WHEN THEY TALK, OH, GOD, HOW THEY SCREAM. ❞

don’t break me too

“No one really needs me,” he says, and there’s no self pity in his voice. It’s true his family doesn’t need him. They will mourn him, as will a handful of friends. But they will get on. Even Haymitch, with the help of a lot of white liquor, will get on. I realize only one person will be damaged beyond repair if Peeta dies. Me.”

Go on! Shoot, then we both go down and you win. Go on. I’m dead anyway. I always was, right? I didn’t know that till now. How’s that? Is that what they want? Huh?