Real or not real?

~ Monday, May 28 ~

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~ Sunday, May 27 ~

It costs a lot more than your life. To murder innocent people? It costs everything you are.

R.I.P those who lose their lives due to The Hunger Games: Glimmer, Marvel, Clove, Cato Rue, Thresh, Primrose Everdeen, Finnick Odair, Cinna, Senecca Crane, Seeder, Gloss, Cashmere, Brutus, Blight, Cecelia, Woof, Chaff, Mags, Boggs, Leeg 1, Leeg 2, Jackson, The Morphlings,Wiress,Homes, Castor Mitchell, Messalla, Daruis, Twill, Bonnie, Madge, and the two terrible presidents, President Coin, and President Snow.

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~ Thursday, May 24 ~

How I feel about my OTP

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~ Tuesday, May 22 ~

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mellarkia:

The Capitol interviews Mr Mellark.

They take him to the Justice Building, dress him up in the most expensive clothes he’s ever seen, and make him answer questions in front of a camera lens. He does his part, answers his questions, supports his son in any way that he can. After, a woman with bright green hair emerges from behind a screen and congratulates him; I can see where Peeta gets his charm!

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I miss the new faces and the energy in the audience and the spirit in the room so thick you could cut it with a knife. I miss the sparkle and shimmer and the dull roar of the opening band playing downstairs and the thunderous applause after each song. I miss the butterflies, the dull ache of nervousness before the intro. I miss the camaraderie and the companionship and the mutual support, the jokes, the chatter and the lightheartedness. I miss knowing there’s a job to be done and taking it seriously, viewing the appointed task as something you get to do rather than something you have to do.

I miss the new faces and the energy in the audience and the spirit in the room so thick you could cut it with a knife. I miss the sparkle and shimmer and the dull roar of the opening band playing downstairs and the thunderous applause after each song. I miss the butterflies, the dull ache of nervousness before the intro. I miss the camaraderie and the companionship and the mutual support, the jokes, the chatter and the lightheartedness. I miss knowing there’s a job to be done and taking it seriously, viewing the appointed task as something you get to do rather than something you have to do.

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