(via psychadeliachild)
To the everlasting credit of the people of District 12, not one person claps. Not even the ones claps holding betting slips, the ones who are usually beyond caring. Possibly because they know me from the Hob, or know my father, or have encountered Prim, who no one can help loving. So instead of acknowledging applause, I stand there unmoving while they take part in the boldest from of dissent they can manage. Silence. Which says we do not agree. We do not condone. All of this is wrong.
Then, something unexpected happens. At least, I don’t expect it because I don’t think of District 12 as a place that cares about me. But a shift has occurred since I stepped up to take Prim’s place, and now it seems I have become something precious. At first one, then another, then almost every member of the crowd touches the three middle fingers of their left hands to their lips and holds it out for me. It is an old and rarely used gesture of our district, occasionally see at funerals. It means thanks, it means admiration, it means good-bye to someone you love.
(Source: katniz)
part I
(Source: ron-pert)
(Source: rebelface, via k-everdeeen)
Talking about fan’s reactions.
(Source: buffys)
+you’re flawless || Jennifer Lawrence
(Source: hookingomez, via never-the-way-i-loved-you)
