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“catharsis, n. I took it out on the wall. I LOVE YOU. I LOVE YOU. YOU FUCKER, I LOVE YOU.”
— The Lover’s Dictionary by David Levithan
“You could live a hundred lifetimes and not deserve him, you know…”
— Haymitch to Katniss about Peeta, Catching Fire by Suzanne Collins
Thank you. Admiration. Goodbye. - The District 12 salute.
Definitely one of my favorite parts in the movie! After Rue died, K laid her on a bed of flowers and right before leaving she faced the cam and made the District 12 salute. That was for Rue and for her District.
The shots after that, with Rue’s dad and the peacekeepers and the rest of District 11, were just so moving, I couldn’t help but cry. ),:
Not bad, Gary Ross, Jennifer Lawrence. Really. Not bad.
“She taught me everything I knew about crayfish and kissing and pink wine and poetry. She made me different. I lit a cigarette and spit into the creek. “You just can’t make me different and leave,” I said out loud to her.”
— Miles Halter aka Pudge, 20 days after, Looking for Alaska by John Green (via stabilowounds)
“I am interested in how you are able to fit the uncontestable fact of suffering into your understanding of the world and how you hope to navigate through life in spite of it.”
— Dr. Hyde aka Old Man, 122 days after, Looking for Alaska by John Green (via stabilowounds)
This is my memory of shadows:
like some forgotten regions
of our souls, they ran after us
or left us behind
in our childhood games
of hide-and-seek
where you always disappeared
behind the same non-flowering bushes
that will remain nameless for us.
You never moved while in hiding,
holding your breath
and embracing your trembling legs
as I always pretended
not to find
even your still shadow
against the drying leaves.
I tell you: I will always remember
this pain – how difficult it was
to keep on searching for someone else
when I already found you,
and to forget the blackness
that was your eyes
looking at me
in between those upright stems
that should have kept you hidden
from my own stare.
-To someone who has never been caught
Edgar Calabia Samar
