My life.
- Me: *starts to leave room*
- *hears commercial*
- Katniss: Wanna see what I got you today? It's a Mockingjay pin...
- Me: *drops everything and sprints dramatically back into room*
via mymockingjay (originally offireandbread)
- Papoi? Paka lana Papoi?
- No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no…Papoi
- Ahhh, PAPOI!
The complete opposite of Kristen Stewart ladies and gentlemen: Jennifer Lawrence!


Somewhere far away, I can hear the crowd murmuring unhappily, as they always do when a twelve-year-old gets chosen, because non one thinks this is fair. And then I see her, the blood drained from her face, hands clenched in fists at her sides, walking with stiff, small steps up towards the stage, passing me, and I see the back of her blouse has become untucked and hangs out of her skirt. it’s this detail, the untucked blouse forming a duck’s tail, that brings me back to myself.
“Prim!” The strangled cry comes out of my throat, and my muscles begin to move again. “Prim!” I don’t need to shove through the crowd. The other kids make way immediately, allowing me a straight path to the stage.
“I volunteer!” I gasp. “I volunteer as tribute!”
The Hunger Games, Chapter Two


“But from that moment on, Hermione Granger became their friend. There are some things you can’t share without ending up liking each other, and knocking out a twelve-foot mountain troll is one of them.” - Chapter 10, Halloween.