I think of his agreeing to go with me yesterday, his stepping up beside me to protect Gale, his willingness to throw his lot in with mine entirely when I give him so little in return.
“If I could grow wings, I could fly. Only people can’t grow wings,” he say’s.
“Real or not real?”
“Real,” I say. “But people don’t need wings to s u r v i v e.”
“M o c k i n g j a y s d o.”
"I want to die as myself. I don’t want them to change me in there. Turn me into some kind of monster that I’m not. I keep wishing I could think of a way to…to show the Capitol that they don’t own me. That I’m more than just a piece in their Games.”
I must be strong. I owe it to Cinna, who risked everything by undermining President Snow and turning my bridal silk into mockingjay plumage.
A smile that seems so genuinely sweet with just the right amount of shyness.
Now a new kind of confidence is lighting up inside of me, because I think I finally know who Haymitch is. And I’m beginning to know who I am. And surely, two people who have caused the Capitol so much trouble can think of a way to get Peeta home alive.
the one that survived despite the capitol’s plans
this is the r e v o l u t i o n .
i’m a princess cut from marble, smoother than a storm
and the scars that mark my body, they’re silver and gold
my blood is a flood
of rubies, precious stones
it keeps my veins hot
the fire’s found a home in me
i move through town i’m quiet like a fight
and my necklace is of rope, i tie it and untie
people talk to me, but nothing ever hits home
people talk to me and all the voices just burn holes
I’M DONE WITH IT (oooooh)
this is the start
of how it all ends
they used to shout my name now they whisper it
i’m speeding up
and this is the red orange yellow flicker beat sparking up my heart
we’re at the start
the colours disappear
i never watch the stars, there’s so much down here
so i just try
keep up with the red orange yellow flicker beat sparking up my heart
i dream all year but they’re not the sweet kind
and the shivers move down my shoulder blades in double time
people talk to me, i’m slipping out of reach now
people talk to me and all their faces blur
but i got my fingers laced together and i made a little prison and I’m locking up everyone who ever laid a finger on me
"We fight, we dare, we end our hunger for justice.”
The Games destroyed…