We, even the weakest among us, are better than the best of them.
It’s too complicated. What I did as part of the Games. As opposed to what I did out of anger at the Capitol. Or because of how it would be viewed back in District 12. Or simply because it was the only decent thing to do. Or what I did because I cared about him. These are questions to be unraveled back home, in the peace and quiet of the woods, when no one is watching. Not here with every eye upon me. But I won’t have that luxury for who knows how long. And right now, the most dangerous part of the Hunger Games is about to begin.
do u think tumblr is dead? kinda looks like it
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yeah it’s getting pretty dull lol
It was in the fall when I realized the world I had known was forever doomed. I knew I was about to enter the gates of hell.