“I’m wearing a dress for the Baftas that I was supposed to wear for those awards [SAG awards], but, randomly, my breasts doubled in size the night before, so I couldn’t wear it.”

“I don’t think it’s going to work out. Winning…won’t help in my case,” says Peeta.
Why ever not?” says Caesar, mystified.
Peeta blushes beet red and stammers out. “Because…because…she came here with me.” 


"Now I feel a lot more settled in who I am and what I think and how I want to do things. And because I feel good about what I’m doing, I don’t need anyone else to say whether they think it’s good or not." inspired by (x)
mockingjace:

We are afflicted by fiction Building a case for eviction Circling Guarding a tower of ancients Shooting down arrows of patience And patiently circling

This is no place for a girl on fire.

@isabellefuhrman New hat. It has ears. Nuff said. http://say.ly/sRm4MRG