
If I’d had a private reunion with Peeta, he would have killed me. Now that he’s deranged. No, not deranged, I remind myself. Hijacked.
Snow has stolen him from me, twisted him beyond recognition, and made me a present of him.
(Source: joshyhutchs)

(Source: mellarksworld, via petitebellina)

Everybody’s waiting for you to breakdown
Everybody’s watching to see the fallout
Even when you’re sleeping
Keep your eyes open