President Snow used to… sell me… my body, that is, I wasn’t the only one. If a victor is considered desirable, the president gives them as a reward or allows people to buy them for an exorbitant amount of money.

For whatever we lose (like a you or a me) it’s always ourselves we find in the sea. e. e. cummings 

slayground:

So that’s who Finnick loves, I think. Not his string of fancy lovers in the Capitol. But a poor, mad girl back home.


you’re gone, gone, gone away
i watched you disappear
all that’s left is a ghost of you
now we’re torn apart, there’s nothing we can do
just let me go and we’ll meet again soon

you’re gone, gone, gone away

i watched you disappear

all that’s left is a ghost of you

now we’re torn apart, there’s nothing we can do

just let me go and we’ll meet again soon


Finnick looks at me in disbelief. “I drag myself out of nightmares each morning and find there’s no relief in waking. Better not give in to it. It takes ten times as long to put yourself back together as it does to fall apart.”

Finnick looks at me in disbelief. “I drag myself out of nightmares each morning and find there’s no relief in waking. Better not give in to it. It takes ten times as long to put yourself back together as it does to fall apart.”

Annie Cresta & Finnick Odair Movie Posters

thethiefsdownfall:

He’s never coming back.
The words pounded against her brain; she closed her eyes and covered her ears to try and will them away. She wished she had never pulled out the photo album.
He’s never coming back. 
“I KNOW!” Annie screamed from her bed, now tearing at her hair. “STOP IT. PLEASE.” Tears began to mix with her frantic cries.
He’s never coming back.
Impulsively-manically-the poor, mad girl from District Four chucked her wedding album into the bedroom’s lit fireplace and fell into a crumpled heap.
Finnick Odair was never coming back.

thethiefsdownfall:

He’s never coming back.

The words pounded against her brain; she closed her eyes and covered her ears to try and will them away. She wished she had never pulled out the photo album.

He’s never coming back. 

“I KNOW!” Annie screamed from her bed, now tearing at her hair. “STOP IT. PLEASE.” Tears began to mix with her frantic cries.

He’s never coming back.

Impulsively-manically-the poor, mad girl from District Four chucked her wedding album into the bedroom’s lit fireplace and fell into a crumpled heap.

Finnick Odair was never coming back.


A Finnick and Annie movie.

A Finnick and Annie movie.

Despite his promise, Annie never saw her golden haired boy again.

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