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.