#ay

I will not play at tug o' war. I'd rather play at hug o' war, Where everyone hugs Instead of tugs, Where everyone giggles And rolls on the rug, Where everyone kisses, And everyone grins, And everyone cuddles, And everyone wins. ↗

— Shel Silverstein

#play

Fire is catching! And if we burn, you burn with us! ↗

— Suzanne Collins

#games

Here's some advice. Stay alive. ↗

— Suzanne Collins

#haymitch-abernathy #games

I drag myself out of nightmares each morning and find there's no relief in waking. ↗

— Suzanne Collins

#games

They'll either want to kill you, kiss you, or be you. ↗

— Suzanne Collins

#mockingjay #the-hunger-games #games

My name is Katniss Everdeen. I am seventeen years old. My home is District 12. I was in the Hunger Games. I escaped. The Capitol hates me........ ↗

— Suzanne Collins

#katniss-everdeen #mockingjay #the-hunger-games #games

No one got forever. And it was a fucking crime to waste what you were given. Enough, Qhuinn thought. Enough with the excuses, and the avoidance, and the trying to be someone, anyone else. Even if he got shanked, even if his precious little ego and his dumb-ass little heart got shattered into a million pieces, it was time to stop the bullshit. It was time to be a male. ↗

— J.R. Ward

#qhuinn #qhuinn-and-blay #crime

Just for the record, the weather today is calm and sunny, but the air is full of bullshit. ↗

— Chuck Palahniuk

#today

You nearly died today,' he says. 'I almost shot you. Why didn't you shoot me, Tris?' 'I couldn't do that,' I say. 'It would have been like shooting myself.' He looks pained and leans closer to me, so his lips brush mine when he speaks. ↗

— Veronica Roth

#four #tobias #tris #veronica-roth #today

He no longer dreamed of storms, nor of women, nor of great occurrences, nor of great fish, nor fights, nor contests of strength, nor of his wife. He only dreamed of places now and the lions on the beach. They played like young cats in the dusk and he loved them as he loved the boy. He never dreamed about the boy. He simply woke, looked out the open door at the moon and unrolled his trousers and put them on. ↗

— Ernest Hemingway

#hemingway #dreams