~Oh no. Don't smile. You'll kill me. I stop breathing when you smile.

Сентябрь 16thvia source 6~478 заметок

We have fifteen seconds before the door open.


Сентябрь 16thvia source 3~718 заметок

In the end, the only person I truly want to comfort me is Haymitch, because he loves Peeta, too.


Сентябрь 16thvia source 3~582 заметки

Сентябрь 16thvia source 600 заметок

stilezs:

I ’ m   s o r r y .

I wish I could’ve helped you. 


Сентябрь 16thvia source 3~831 заметка

“When you’re an introvert like me and you’ve been lonely for a while, and then you find someone who understands you, you become really attached to them. It’s a real release.”


Сентябрь 16thvia source 13~747 заметок

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Сентябрь 9thvia 16 заметок

overcome-by-you:

Augustus Waters died eight days after his prefuneral, at Memorial, in the ICU, when the cancer, which was made of him, finally stopped his heart, which was also made of him. He was with his mom and dad and sisters. His mom called me at three thirty in the morning. I’d known, of course, that he was going. <…> The only person I really wanted to talk to about Augustus Waters’s death was Augustus Waters. My parents stayed in my room forever until it was morning and finally Dad said, “Do you want to be alone?” and I nodded and Mom said, “We’ll be right outside the door,” me thinking, I don’t doubt it. It was unbearable. The whole thing. Every second worse than the last. I just kept thinking about calling him, wondering what would happen, if anyone would answer. In the last weeks, we’d been reduced to spending our time together in recollection, but that was not nothing: The pleasure of remembering had been taken from me, because there was no longer anyone to remember with. It felt like losing your co-rememberer meant losing the memory itself, as if the things we’d done were less real and important than they had been hours before.


Сентябрь 8thvia 4~251 заметка

“There are infinite numbers between 0 and 1. There’s .1 and .12 and .112 and an infinite collection of others. Of course, there is a bigger infinite set of numbers between 0 and 2, or between 0 and a million. Some infinities are bigger than other infinities. A writer we used to like taught us that. There are days, many of them, when I resent the size of my unbounded set. I want more numbers than I’m likely to get, and God, I want more numbers for Augustus Waters than he got. But, Gus, my love, I cannot tell you how thankful I am for our little infinity. I wouldn’t trade it for the world. You gave me a forever within the numbered days, and I’m grateful.”


Сентябрь 8thvia 4~852 заметки






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