❝ Are you INSANE like me?                         Been in PAIN like me? ❞ 

                                                           (    Ind. / Sel.                                                              Harley Quinn  )

Mockingjay, may your aim be as true as your heart is pure.

Send "Can I kiss you?" to see how my muse responds.

             ‘oh, and who exactly is going to kill me? Haven’t you heard, I’m              the capitol darling…. and you’re the girl on fire, the darling of the              citizens. I m a g i n e what Caesar would have to say about us.              Imagine the uproar. Imagine Snow’s face.’ Finnick can’t help but              smirk as he steps back, releasing breath from his lips that had              formerly been upon hers.

          ❝ Well, I guess that’s just another secret for another time.            I know where I stand with the Capitol. I know where you            stand, too. But in case you’ve FORGOTTEN, that sort of            uproar isn’t what Snow wants. I’ve got a different show to            be putting on. ❞ Still, she can feel the breath of his lips on            hers and she doesn’t know how to react. Katniss had been            kissed before; obviously. But she didn’t need it to be by him.           ❝ I’d remember that N E X T time you want to put on a show. ❞

SEMI-SERIOUS PLAYFIGHTS THAT END WITH ONE PERSON PINNED TO THE FLOOR/WALL AND ACCIDENTAL FURIOUS KISSING THO

          it’s the silence he cannot bear. the whispers in his head that           start flooding once sound leaves the room. ( it’s too much )           and when he hears her approach it’s almost a relief. almost.           the numbness keeps finnick away from trying, pretending.           eventually, he always reached that point where nothing           seemed to matter.** it all didn’t matter** and sometimes he           just wished…

                    ❛  — are you here to tell me they are dead? ❜

              ❝ Actually, what I’m here for is a lot better. ❞

Despite the hopeful words, her voice wasn’t as convincing. How could it be ? She didn’t have much room for hope, and hadn’t since she was a child, old enough to understand how bad her life was. How unfair it is. Still, she hesitates before taking a seat beside him, staring at the floor for a moment before her gaze moves to him.

              ❝ They’re going after them. I made a deal with Coin, ❞