#ka

I realize only one person will be damaged beyond repair if Peeta dies. Me. ↗

— Suzanne Collins

#peeta #person

You don't remember what happened. What you remember becomes what happened. ↗

— John Green

#joh-green #nerdfighters #remember

I don't believe in soul mates, not exactly. I think it's ridiculous to think there's only one person out there for us. What if your 'soul mate' lives in Zimbabwe? What if he dies young? I also think 'two souls becoming one' is ridiculous. You need to hold on to yourself. But I do believe in souls being in sync, souls that mirror each other. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#sacrifice

I'll tell them how I survive it. I'll tell them that on bad mornings, it feels impossible to take pleasure in things because I'm afraid it could be taken away. That's when I make a list in my head of every act of goodness I've seen someone do. It's like a game. Repetative. Even a little tedious after more than twenty years. But there are much worse games to play. ↗

— Suzanne Collins

#mockingjay #peeta #acting

He scooped me up and suddenly I was pressed against his chest. “Were you worried about me?” "No, I’m ranting for fun, because I’m a disagreeable bitch! ↗

— Ilona Andrews

#kate #fun

Is Fate getting what you deserve, or deserving what you get? ↗

— Jodi Picoult

#acting

If you obey all of the rules, you miss all of the fun. ↗

— Katharine Hepburn

#fun

I'm secure enough in myself to wear panties with bows on them. Besides, they are comfy and soft." "I bet." He almost purred. I gulped. ↗

— Ilona Andrews

#kate #security

I couldn‘t tell the difference between the two of you anymore!" he roared. I smashed my fist into his face. Lies roll off us. It‘s the truths we work hardest to silence. Then you weren‘t looking hard enough! I‘m the one with boobs!" I know you‘re the one with boobs!They‘re in my fucking face every fucking time I turn around! ↗

— Karen Marie Moning

#bloodfever #karen-marie-moning #mac #different

Harmony glanced to her left, and my gaze followed hers to the living room, where my aunt had died, my cousin had been restored, and I'd whacked a psychotic grim reaper with a cast-iron skillet. Weirdest. Tuesday. Ever. ↗

— Rachel Vincent

#soul-screamers #tuesdays #harmony