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lizzieolsenss:

Through the crowd, I spot Gale looking back at me with a ghost of a smile. As reapings go, this one at least has a slight entertainment factor. But suddenly I am thinking of Gale and his forty-two names in that big glass ball and how the odds are not in his favor. Not compared to a lot of the boys. And maybe he’s thinking the same thing about me because his face darkens and he turns away. “But there are still thousands of slips,” I wish I could whisper to him. - The Hunger Games Chapter 1.

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Gale is mine, I am his. Anything else is unthinkable. 

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acciothehungergames:

home, let me go home, home is whenever i’m with you

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oh-everdeen:

This is war: The hunger games (x)

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