#storyseekers

➳ Book Accurate Fancast of The Hunger Games

"we're almost as close as brothers; when you grow up in a tight-knit neighborhood like ours you get to know each other real well"

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

As long as we’re together.

"i was an odd little girl. my father always told me so. and i'd been looking forward to being an odd young woman, except now i'm a haunting. i'm a ghost and a house and there's no room for anything else. of all the things i lost when i died, perhaps it's silly i mourn that, but i do. i hate that my oddness got chosen for me."

«I want to know you,” I told him. “I want that,” he murmured into my hair. »

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.

rags to riches isn't a story anyone wants to hear until after it's done