I am the mockingjay.

I am the mockingjay.

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posted 2 years ago

So here you are, two steps ahead and staying on guardEvery lesson forms a new scarThey never thought you’d make it this farBut turn around, oh they’ve surrounded you

So here you are, two steps ahead and staying on guard
Every lesson forms a new scar
They never thought you’d make it this far
But turn around, oh they’ve surrounded you

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posted 2 years ago

Five days after black and red collide.The motion sickness past, I’ll be the first to stand.Behind that weathered door, I thought it would be safest.My head is dizzy now, I thought we’d overcome.We might not make it home tonight.

Five days after black and red collide.
The motion sickness past, I’ll be the first to stand.
Behind that weathered door, I thought it would be safest.
My head is dizzy now, I thought we’d overcome.
We might not make it home tonight.

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posted 2 years ago

"I look at my little sister and think how she has inherited the best qualities


our family has to offer: my mother’s healing hands, my father’s level head, and my fight.


There’s something else there as well, something entirely her own.”
"I look at my little sister and think how she has inherited the best qualities
our family has to offer: my mother’s healing hands, my father’s level head, and my fight.
There’s something else there as well, something entirely her own.”
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posted 2 years ago
Then we move on to camouflage. Peeta genuinely seems to enjoy this station, swirling a combination of mud and clay and berry juices around on his pale skin, weaving disguises from vines and leaves. The trainer who runs the camouflage station is full of enthusiasm at his work.
“I do the cakes,” he admits to me.
“The cakes?” I ask. I’ve been preoccupied with watching the boy from District 2 send a spear through a dummy’s heart from fifteen yards. “What cakes?”
“At home. The iced ones, for the bakery,” he says….
“It’s lovely. If only you could frost someone to death,” I say.
“Don’t be so superior. You can never tell what you’ll find in the arena. Say it’s actually a gigantic cake —” begins Peeta.

Then we move on to camouflage. Peeta genuinely seems to enjoy this station, swirling a combination of mud and clay and berry juices around on his pale skin, weaving disguises from vines and leaves. The trainer who runs the camouflage station is full of enthusiasm at his work.

“I do the cakes,” he admits to me.

“The cakes?” I ask. I’ve been preoccupied with watching the boy from District 2 send a spear through a dummy’s heart from fifteen yards. “What cakes?”

“At home. The iced ones, for the bakery,” he says….

“It’s lovely. If only you could frost someone to death,” I say.

“Don’t be so superior. You can never tell what you’ll find in the arena. Say it’s actually a gigantic cake —” begins Peeta.

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posted 2 years ago
My name is Katniss Everdeen. I am seventeen years old. My home is District 12. I was in the Hunger games. I escaped. The Capitol hates me.

My name is Katniss Everdeen. I am seventeen years old. My home is District 12. I was in the Hunger games. I escaped. The Capitol hates me.

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posted 2 years ago

I remember tears streaming down your faceWhen I said, I’ll never let you goWhen all those shadows almost killed your lightI remember you said, Don’t leave me here aloneBut all that’s dead and gone and passed tonight

I remember tears streaming down your face
When I said, I’ll never let you go
When all those shadows almost killed your light
I remember you said, Don’t leave me here alone
But all that’s dead and gone and passed tonight

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posted 2 years ago

The starcrossed lovers of District 12

The starcrossed lovers of District 12

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posted 2 years ago

Katniss Everdeen, Tribute from District 12

Katniss Everdeen, Tribute from District 12

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posted 2 years ago