What does this mean? It means I get to spend the morning having the hair ripped off my body while Peeta sleeps in.

Mostly we just add to the piles of rainbow glass that's been blown off the exteriors of the cany-colored buildings.

I keep hoping that as time passes by, we’ll regain the ease between us, but part of me knows it’s futile. There’s no going back.

I flee what I can't fight. What can only do me harm.

At the moment, the choice would be simple. I can survive just fine without either of them.

I don't know what it is with Finnick and bread, but he seems obsessed with handling it.

Kind people have a way of working their way inside me and rooting there.