All those months of taking it for granted that Peeta thought I was wonderful are over.

It all works. Everyone knows where they belong. Except for me.

They’re just  s o n g b i r d s .Right?

Maybe, no matter how much you loved them, they could slip through your fingers like water, and there was nothing you could do about it.”  

Some promises are meant to be broken”

t h i s    i s n ’ t    m y    m a g i c.
someone else did this
                                     oh, and we’re supposed to trust you?

t h e m e