I search his eyes for any sign of hurt, any reflection of the agony and torture. There is nothing.
I’m the monster. I’m the mutt. I’m the one Snow has turned into a weapon!
Johanna’s ensemble exudes her fierce strength and enduring pride- a true darling of the Capitol.
Peeta Mellark and Johanna Mason portraits posted by Capitol Couture
Would you like to be in a real war? Imagine thousands of your people, dead. Your loved ones, gone.
I drag myself out of nightmares each morning and find there’s no relief in waking.
"Did you love Annie right away, Finnick?" I ask. "No." A long time passes before he adds, "She crept up on me.”
Finnick and Annie for anonymous