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My name is Madeline Rubicam and I have pink hair and a kind of weird, startling love of Taylor Swift. Whenever I feel lonely I watch Gilmore Girls and pretend Lorelai Gilmore is my mother. Also I am still actively pretending that I'm not going to college in the fall so it's best altogether if you just don't mention it.
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Katniss: I have to marry Peeta.
Fandom: Oh, poor Katniss. That must be so hard for you.


mellarkia:

Peeta’s epilogue.

There are things we can never be free of; scars that are burnt onto us too deeply to fade away with time. There’s those nights in the Games, the creeping approach of the unknown, and that terrible fear that the Capitol drugged me with. I can never really be fixed, or truly free, because a pawn taken off the chess board is still a pawn, and we’ll be their broken playthings forever. But our children are beautiful, so beautiful, like Katniss. And they bring a warm hope to my heart, like the smile she gives me in the mornings, and the last kiss before bedtime. It will be good again.




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Peeta, make sure you show your strength.

Peeta, make sure you show your strength.




Peeta Mellark! Oh no, I think. Not him. Because I recognize thisname, although I have never spoken directly to it’s owner. PeetaMellark. No, the odds are not in my favor today.

Peeta Mellark! Oh no, I think. Not him. Because I recognize this
name, although I have never spoken directly to it’s owner. Peeta
Mellark. No, the odds are not in my favor today.





peetasfakeleg:

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Favorite Quotes ► Peeta Mellark, Mockingjay p. 302

Favorite Quotes ► Peeta Mellark, Mockingjay p. 302









His lashes open and his eyes meet mine. ‘Careful,” he says weakly. ‘There’s a force field ahead.’ I laugh, but there are tears running down my cheeks.



tributetrackers:

“Those guys are looking at you like you’re a meal. Throw it.”