Something flickers across his bloodshot eyes. Pain.
We star-crossed lovers of District 12, who suffered so much and enjoyed so little the rewards of our victory, do not seek our fans' favor, grace them with our smiles, or catch their kisses. We are unforgiving. And I love it. Getting to be myself at last.
Katniss, the girl who was on fire!
You're hideous, you know that, right?
if he goes and dies on me now, I know I'll go completely insane.
In our world, I rank music somewhere between hair ribbons and rainbows in terms of usefulness.