Don't. Don't Let's Pretend When There's No

I'm Sick Of People Lying To Me For My Own Good. Because Really It's Mostly For Their Own Good.

I Clench His Hands To The Point Of Pain. "stay With Me." His Pupils Contract To Pinpoints, Dialate Again Rapidly, And Then Return To Something Resembling Normalcy. "always," He Murmurs.

If You Had Hope, Maybe You Could Find A Way To Make Things Change,. Because If You Thought About It, There Were So Many Reasons To Try.

Poison. The Perfect Weapon For A Snake.

For Some Reason Gale And Peeta Do Not Coexist Well In My Thoughts.