"Now it's dead and gone, and I am free."

I think Peeta and Katnis belong together.  Even though Peeta is entirely blinded with his one-sided love for Katnis and even though Katnis strings him along but is entirely helpless without him. 

Peeta rinses the pearl off in the water and hands it to me.  “For you.” I hold it out on my palm and examine its iridescent surface in the sunlight.  Yes, I will keep it.  For the few remaining hours of my life I will keep it close.  This last gift from Peeta.  The only one I can really accept.  Perhaps it will give me strength in the final moments.

“Thanks,” I say, closing my fist around it.  I look coolly into the blue eyes of the person who is now my greatest opponent, the person who would keep me alive at his own expense.  And I promise myself I will defeat his plan.

The laughter drains from those eyes, and they are staring so intensely into min, it’s like they can read my thoughts.  “The locket didn’t work, did it?”  Peeta says, even though Finnick is right there.  Even though everyone can hear him.  “Katniss?”

“It worked,” I say.

“But not the way I wanted it to,”  he says, averting his glance.  After that he will look at nothing but oysters.

Slept in.  Woke up to talk to a man about a bike, ate some rice, fell asleep again and then went to go swimming with some special people in my life.  :)  Swam for an hour or two but it was sooo much fun!! I think I made 3 belly flops in total, 2 half-assed dives, 1 failed dive attempt (quote: “like a floating orb of korean”). 

Yeah.  I’ve been broke for about a whole month :.  Constantly spending money on big things everytime I get paid!!  And the crazy part of it is, it isn’t entirely for myself.  But money is made to spend it on things that will make you smile or the comfort of feeling independent because you are taking care of yourself or others. 

I’m learning to love and enjoy my life in a tremendous amount now that you’re in mine.  <3

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crustyjesus:

I want to erase every nasty thought that bugs me every day of every week.

I’m going to fucking kill something if I don’t get enough money to feed myself in time. 

I can’t shake it off. sorry. And I probably won’t say anything about it either; I see no point.

No matter how much money you ask from me, or how many step kids you kick out, or how many relationships of fathers and daughters you try to taint with your jaded outlook on life, your manipulative slithering ways will never make yourself really happy. Because, you are the type of person to forever hold onto grudges against human relations because there is something in your life, in your past that you’ve experienced, that never went right. I may be venting and using harsh language to subdue the boiling blood in my veins but I will never sink down to your level. It just sucks that my only father has to live with you. Its only a matter of time till you drain him dry. Goodbye.

There’s a meat market down the street
The boys and girls watch each other eat
The boys and the girls watch each other eat
When they really just wanna watch each other sleep
They want to watch, to watch each other
Sleep, sleep, sleep

I’m walking through the city
Like a drunk, but not
With my slip showing a little
Like a drunk, but not

no way I’m going to be stuck in a situation that I can’t get out of. The answer is no.

there’s something extremely frustrating about wanting something across the room but his eyes are glued to the screen!!!