Here's some advice. Stay alive.

I lie with my head in Peeta's lap, making a crown of flowers while he fiddles with my hair, claiming his practicing his knots. After a while, his hands go still, "what?" I ask.
"I wish I could freeze this moment, right here, right now, and live in it forever" he says.

"Well, I don't have much competition here," he says.
I want to draw away, to close those shutters again, but I know I can't. It's as if I can hear Haymitch whispering in my ear, "Say! Say it!"
I swallow hard and get the words out. "You don't have much competition anywhere." And this time, it's me who leans in. 

So Peeta's giving me his life and Gale at the same time. To let me know I shouldn't ever have doubts about it. Everything. That's what Peeta wants me to take from him
And while I was talking, the idea of actually losing Peeta hit me again and I realized how much I don't want him to die. And it's not about the sponsors. And it's not about what will happen when we get home. And it's not just that I don't want to be alone. It's him. I do not want to lose the boy with the bread
I realize only one person will be damaged beyond repair if Peeta dies. Me

Sometimes when things are particularly bad, my brain will give me a happy dream ... when I fully awaken, I'm momentarily comforted. I try to hold on to the peaceful feeling of the dream, but it quickly slips away, leaving me sadder than ever
“Destroying things is much easier than making them.”
― Suzanne Collins, The Hunger Games
“I am not pretty. I am not beautiful. I am as radiant as the sun.
“I can feel Peeta press his forehead into my temple and he asks, 'So now that you've got me, what are you going to do with me?' I turn into him. 'Put you somewhere you can't get hurt.”
 
District 12: Where you can starve to death in safety
 
 “Rue, who when you ask her what she loves most in the world, replies, of all things, “Music.”
 
 “Yes, and I’m sure the arena will be full of bags of flour for me to chuck at people.”
 

“They're already taking my future! They can't have the things that mattered to me in the past!”

Happy Hunger Games! And may the odds be ever in your favor!

You love me. Real or not real?

REAL.

 
I channel my emotions into my work. That way I only hurt myself.


"You've got about as much charm as a dead slug" Hunger Games (ouch)

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'm more than just a piece in their games
 
 I just want to feel okay again
 
 I feel like I owe him something, and I hate owing people. Maybe if I had thanked him at some point, I'd be feeling less conflicted now. I thought about it a couple of times, but the opportunity never seemed to present itself. And now it never will.


 You've got to go through it to get to the end of it




I'll never impress you



 Stay Alive


I'm trying to block you out

He looks down at his legs as if noticing his outfit for the first time.  Then he whips off his hospital gown, leaving him in just his underwear.  "Why?  Do you find this" - he strikes a ridiculously provocative pose - "distracting?”


A cloak of leaves


“Katniss?” Peeta says. I meet his eyes, knowing my face must be some shade of green. He mouths the words. “How about that kiss?”


Remember, we’re madly in love, so it’s all right to kiss me anytime you feel like it.”
-Peeta




Did I actually get a pair of fighters this year?

It's weird, how much he's noticed me...
 And apparently, I have not been as oblivious to him as I imagined, either

He tilts his forehead down to rest against mine and pulls me closer. His skin, his whole being radiates heat from being so near the fire, and I close my eyes, soaking in his warmth. I breathe in the smell of snow-dampened leather and smoke and apples, the smell of all those wintry days we shared before the Games. I don't try to move away. Why should I anyway? His voice drops to a whisper. "I love you." That's why


A moonbeam ray
 
Someday I'll be living in a big old city and all you're ever going to be in mean


Flight is essential, but I can't let my fear show


Here it's safe
 
Here it's warm
 
 
Here the daisies guard you from every harm
 
You can take me down with just one single blow


It's strange to be so physically close to someone who's so distant
 


You know, you could live a thousand lifetimes and not deserve him

 
Haymitch considers this a moment, then punches Peeta in the jaw, knocking him from his chair. When he turns back to reach for the spirits, I drive my knife into the table between his hand and the bottle, barely missing his fingers. I brace myself to deflect his hit, but it doesn't come. Instead, he sits back and squints at us.

It's the kind of relationship that you can't put into words, but it doesn't matter because you don't need anyone else to understand.

 



 
How beautifully leaves grow old.
How full of light and color are their last days.
~John Burroughs
 

 
Fact. Whether we die, grow up, move on, decide so & so isn't worth keeping around or just decide to be assholes -- We all leave people behind. Usually, I don't bitch about facts of Life like this..but lately, it's really gotten on my nerves somewhat.

Since this the 21st century & online friendships & relationships have taken a new & more acceptable turn of events; I have noticed the biggest increase in people leaving others behind. Not just as girlfriends or boyfriends, but friends as well. I don't know if it's because it's online so people decide at some point that just because they don't physically see or touch their friend/lover it means that whatever they cultivated isn't real or what their "logic" behind it is -- but it's ridiculous.

Just because I can't physically see, smell, hear or touch you, doesn't mean I don't love you, care about you, like you, am concerned, listen to you or anything else a good friend or lover; would do if they could physically be around you.

“Why don’t you tell me that “if the girl had been worth having, she’d have waited for you?” No, sir, the girl really worth having won’t wait for anybody.” — F. Scott Fitzgerald

Rumors are carried by fools, spread by haters, and believed by idiots. - Khloe Kardashian

The things we crave the most are the things that destroy us the quickest. - Wiz Khalifa

Im having one of those days where my middle finger is answering every question.

I over analyze situations because I am scared of what will happen if I am not prepared.

The karma of fucking over a good girl is the bitch you end up with.

If his "ex" is still calling him, it's because she's getting an answer.

Strength is built by one's failures, not one's successes.

Fuck love? No, fuck the person who made you think like that.

I suck with words. But sometimes words aren't the thing. Love isn't about words, it's about what you do. And what I did, running away, it was stupid. We both know love is a big, scary, evil concept. But if you feel it, it's gonna follow you around like a hungry dog. I didn't mean to say that love is a dog... I just mean I'm not going anywhere. I love you. If love beats us up, lets just beat it up right back. We can do this. If you're ready to make the jump, I'll be right there to catch you.