Even while we sleep
We will find you (♫)
i used to think i was unphotogenic then i found out i was just ugly
Caeser Flickerman shakes his head at a neon green houndstooth tie in the corner of his closet. The frenetic pattern, he says with a sigh, distracted a victor during an interview. He hasn’t worn it since. That’s not to say that the stylish impresario of the Capitol’s airwaves eschews flashy, flamboyant fashion. “Your style should always make people lean closer, not look away,” he says.
In which some were loyal, in which some were traitor.
requested by ohdevonee
Even though it hurts I can’t slow down
Walls are closing in and I hit the ground
Whispers of tomorrow echo in my mind
Just one last time
"They formed a hotel-room band: Mr. Miller drummed, Mr. Lerman played guitar, and Ms. Watson sang. They jokingly called themselves Octopus Jam. Friends dropped by; noise complaints followed."
i think if ed sheeran’s voice were an actualy physical thing it would be a book of poetry bound in brown leather that smells like old books and smells like autumn
There’s someone missing. Someone important. Someone so, so important…
“But I feel as if I did know Rue, and she’ll always be with me. Everything beautiful brings her to mind. I see her in the yellow flowers that grow in the Meadow by my house. I see her in the Mockingjays that sing in the trees. But most of all, I see her in my sister, Prim.”