If anybody even tries to whisper the word “diet” to me, I’m like “You can go fuck yourself.”
You’re the mockingjay, Katniss. While you live, the revolution lives.
She won by very convincingly portraying herself as weak and helpless so that she would be ignored.
f o r t u n e f a v o u r s t h e b r a v e , d u d e !T O D A Y. Today… At the edge of our hope — at the end of our time, we have chosen not only to believe in ourselves, but in each other. Today there is not a man nor woman in here that shall stand alone. Not today. T O D A Y we face the monsters that are at our door and bring the fight to them! Today, we are c a n c e l i n g the apocalypse!
A sound escapes me. The same combination of a gasp and groan that comes from being submerged in water, deprived of oxygen to the point of pain. I push people aside until I am right in front of him, my hand resting on the screen. I search his eyes for any sign of hurt, any reflection of the agony and torture. There is nothing. Peeta looks healthy to the point of robustness. His skin is glowing, flawless, in that full-body-polish way. His manner’s composed, serious. I can’t reconcile this image with the battered, bleeding boy who haunts my dreams.