kill, or be k i l l e d

all my scars are open.

Peeta Mellark > Abnegation.
The Selfless.

The boy never even glanced my way, but I was watching him. Because of the bread, because of the red weal that stood out on his cheekbone. What had she hit him with? […] I stared at the loaves in disbelief. They were fine, perfect really, except for the burned areas. Did he mean for me to have them? He must have.

[…] Why would he have done it? He didn’t even know me. Still, just throwing me the bread was an enormous kindness that would have surely resulted in a beating if discovered. I couldn’t explain his actions.

mockingjalie:

_{But hold on to what you believe in the light
When the darkness has robbed you of all your sight}

whatcarolthinks:

You don’t forget the face of the person who was your last hope.

whatcarolthinks:

And she was gone.

There are certain people you just keep coming back to