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Lily Collins is seen out and about in Los Angeles on August 25th, 2014
"Peter, I know these last few months have been hard for you. But I’m going to a better place and I will be okay, and I will always be with you. You are the light my life. My precious son. My little Star-Lord.”
"It’s as if I’m Finnick, watching images of my life flash by. The mast of a boat, a silver parachute, Mags laughing, a pink sky, Beetee’s trident, Annie in her wedding dress, waves breaking over rocks. Then it’s over.”
request by solesofwind
My words hang in the air. I look to the screen, hoping to see them recording some wave of reconciliation going through the crowd. Instead I watch myself get shot on television.
In the twilight of morphling, Peeta whispers the word and I go searching for him. It’s a gauzy, violet-tinted world, with no hard edges, and many places to hide. I push through cloud banks, follow faint tracks, catch the scent of cinnamon, of dill. Once I feel his hand on my cheek and try to trap it, but it dissolves like mist through my fingers. […]
Morphling dulls the extremes of all emotions, so instead of a stab of sorrow, I merely feel emptiness. A hollow of dead brush where flowers used to bloom. Unfortunately, there’s not enough of the drug left in my veins for me to ignore the pain in the left side of my body. That’s where the bullet hit. My hands fumble over the thick bandages encasing my ribs and I wonder what I’m still doing here.
The white curtain that divides my bed from the next patient’s whips back, and Johanna Mason stares down at me. At first I feel threatened, because she attacked me in the arena. I have to remind myself that she did it to save my life. It was part of the rebel plot. But still, that doesn’t mean she doesn’t despise me. Maybe her treatment of me was all an act for the Capitol.
"I’m alive." - I say
"No kidding, brainless." - Johanna walks over and plunks down on my bed, sending spikes of pain shooting across my chest.
We can make them understand, in a way that will make them braver.
Shailene Woodley and Theo James on set of Insurgent
ya lit meme: 5/10 series or books- to all the boys i’ve loved before by jenny han
“My letters are for when I don’t want to be in love anymore. They’re for good-bye. Because after I write in my letter, I’m not longer consumed by my all-consuming love…My letters set me free. Or at least they’re supposed to.”
Favourite Books —To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before by Jenny Han