I’ve had enough, I’ve seen enough, I want it to end, I don’t care anymore!
“Ally.” Peeta says the words slowly, tasting it. “Friend. Lover. Victor. Enemy. Fiancee. Target. Mutt. Neighbor. Hunter. Tribute. Ally. I’ll add it to the list of words I use to try to figure you out. The problem is, I can’t tell what’s real anymore, and what’s made up.”
The more people i try to save, the more enemies i will make...
Lauren Cohan - Eidé Magazine - Winter 2013/2014
We’re going to see this through to the bitter end. Or… lager end.