“Every girl on the planet has insecurities. Some of the most beautiful people in the world wake up some days and don’t think they’re pretty. And sad as that is, it’s good to know that a problem you think is your own is actually something every girl faces. Happiness and confidence are the prettiest things you can wear.

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“Stay with me.”
“Always.”

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Stay with me.

Always.

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catchingfirecountdown:

The 3rd Quarter Quell begins in 577 days.

catchingfirecountdown:

The 3rd Quarter Quell begins in 577 days.

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‘I can’t only form one clear thought.
This is no place for a girl on fire.’ -Katniss Everdeen, pg.317, Catching Fire

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‘I can’t only form one clear thought.

This is no place for a girl on fire.’ -Katniss Everdeen, pg.317, Catching Fire

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 I know when I find it, crowning the top of a slender bush. A magnificent white bug just beginning to open. I pull my left sleeve over my hand so that my skin won’t actually have to touch it, take a pair of pruning shears, and have just positioned them on the stem when he speaks.
    “That’s a nice one.”
    My hand jerks; the sheers snap shut, severing the stem.
    “The colors are lovely, of course, but nothing says perfection like white.”   -pg. 415, Mockingjay

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 I know when I find it, crowning the top of a slender bush. A magnificent white bug just beginning to open. I pull my left sleeve over my hand so that my skin won’t actually have to touch it, take a pair of pruning shears, and have just positioned them on the stem when he speaks.

    “That’s a nice one.”

    My hand jerks; the sheers snap shut, severing the stem.

    “The colors are lovely, of course, but nothing says perfection like white.”   -pg. 415, Mockingjay

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