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➳ Book Accurate Fancast of The Hunger Games

“it’s not true, you know,” he said. “you don’t have to be good, or useful, for someone to care about you.”

What are the dead anyway, but waves and energy? Light shining from a dead star?

«It was an ancient terror, I’ve heard people say. Or a pagan devil, rising from the dark maw of the mine to devour all in its path. Some say it was a haunting. If you ask me, that’s too straightforward. Can you imagine if this were nothing but a ghost story, full of cold drafts and shadows where they oughtn’t be, clammy palms and sweaty napes? That’s too clean a tale. Too simple. And this one gets messy.»

side by side, they were very much alike, in similarity less of lineament than of manner and bearing, a correspondence of gesture which bounced and echoed between them so that a blink seemed to reverberate, moments later, in a twitch of the other's eyelid. their eyes were the same color of gray, intelligent and calm.

for @henwilsons, the other half of my soul.

"What you hold onto is less important than the act of holding on itself. It's so easy to get lost in ourselves and this world. Sometimes you need to find your way back one tiny miracle at a time." "I don't believe in miracles," Jean said. "I have enough faith for us both," Renee promised. "I know one will find you sooner or later."

"remember this feeling. this is the moment you stop being the rabbit."