I never knew daylight could be so violent

Haymitch doesn’t protest when I walk out. Down the hall. Through the beehive of compartments. Find a warm pipe to hide behind in a laundry room. It takes a long time before I get to the bottom of why I’m so upset. When I do, it’s almost too mortifying to admit. All those months of taking it for granted that Peeta thought I was wonderful are over. Finally, he can see me for who I really am. Violent. Distrustful. Manipulative. Deadly.

And I hate him for it.

Conceptual arts of The Hunger Games: Catching Fire.

"She reminds me of Prim.”

i’ve decided to express myself solely in caesar flickerman reaction stills, everyone adjust accordingly.

Ready for CF! So close, yet so far.

LC