bia. 19. brazilian. main fandom is thg
“[...] What I need is the dandelion in the spring. The bright yellow that means rebirth instead of destruction. The promise that life can go on, no matter how bad our losses. That it can be good again.”


Stop writing Annie Cresta as weak.

Stop saying she fell apart without Finnick or she won because of him.

He wasn’t there in the arena when her partner was beheaded, or when the dam burst or when she won.

He wasn’t there in her head when she had nightmares or couldn’t tell reality from memories. 

He wasn’t there when she was kidnapped by The Capitol, presumably tortured and she still came out better than Johanna or Peeta.

He wasn’t there when she gave birth, when she raised their child.

He wasn’t there when she had to live after him.

Don’t tell me Annie Cresta was weak, because she had to live after a war that took her husband, her peace of mind, the government, the friends she had. She had to live with the arena, with killing and being called insane.

Don’t tell me she was weak.



the good thing about me is that you can not talk to me for 3 weeks and then talk to me and I’ll be fine and still care about you the same way I did before

the bad thing is that I do that to people and they don’t understand that sometimes I just don’t feel like interacting with people.




let’s all take a minute to stop and think about how Hagrid gave Harry his homemade birthday cake, told him how much he looked like his parents, and fed him sausages before he even started to explain that he was a wizard

let’s stop to think about how his absolute first priority was to let harry know that he was loved and cared for

 (via grapegoat)


Maysilee Donner steps out of the woods. “We’d live longer with two of us.” “Guess you just proved that,” says Haymitch, rubbing his neck. “Allies?” Maysilee nods. And there they are, instantly drawn into one of those pacts you’d be hard-pressed to break if you ever expect to go home and face your district. x



The tapes are marked with the year of the Games and the name of the Victor. I dig around and suddenly find one in my hand that we have not watched. The year of the Games if fifty. That would make it the Second Quarter Quell. And the name of the Victor is Haymitch Abernathy.

  1. YA Book: wHite yoUng girl!!!1!
  2. YA Book: sHe is difFERenT!!!!!1!!@
  3. YA Book: speciAL pOWer!!!-!!
  4. YA Book: cute boY love HeR!!!
  5. YA Book: bUTttttt
  6. Ya Book: anOTher boy alsO??? love heR?!?!??!!!
  7. Ya Book: HOw will sHe cHOOse!!?!?!?!?1!! aNd save wORld?????!?!!

“People tend to overestimate my character,” I say quietly. “They think that because I’m small, or a girl, or a Stiff, I can’t possibly be cruel. But they’re wrong.”