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(the things we do just to stay alive)
(more lies you tell yourself) -
(to fight the weekend wars)
Life gets better.
Well, not really. Maybe it's more appropriate to say that life gets normal, even if Katniss isn't the type of girl to even remotely know what normal means. Buttercup's arrival was the last snag in the fabric. After that, she did what she does best; picked everything up and trudged along at the same slow, steady pace that she had ( Read more... ) -
(hoping to rid us of this little hell)
Bit by bit, things get better. It's hard to accept, sometimes, but the nightmares are less frequent then they used to be. Her neighbors will be happy to note that the screaming has mostly gone down. There are days when she wakes up unable to feel anything, but that's a marked improvement from one year ago, and Katniss will take what she can get. ( Read more... ) -
(and amateur cartography)
The invisible fence that keeps the dinosaurs from entering the rest of the island reminds her of the electrified fence that surrounded District 12. It looked entirely foreign to her, the presence of something modern and terrible in the middle of the forest. She goes no further than the posts that mark it, not stupid enough to risk her life over the ( Read more... ) -
(every fire is a lesson learned)
She finds herself singing lately, more often than not, and Katniss doesn't really know why. It feels as if suddenly, everything comes rushing back to her. All of the songs her father taught her; old ballads and the songs coal miners used to sing. Love songs and those that tell stories alike. She sits and sings, hands busy with the knot of a snare ( Read more... ) -
(the boys are too refined)
Things are different these days, now that Gale's gone and the treehouse is empty. But life goes on, and in her own way, Katniss is beginning to see that as well. She revives a bit more each day, albeit gradually. Some nights, the nightmares are more brief than others. Some days, it isn't a struggle to get out of bed. Her body recovers too, bit by ( Read more... ) -
with rocks and clouds we breathe violent skies ➴ buffy
It's only a few days after the disaster that was her return visit to Panem, and Katniss still hasn't slept. It feels as if things are moving far too fast, uncharacteristic for this idyllic island 'paradise'. She can't stop the dread building in her gut when she realizes that what had happened was only a taste of her fate should she return home. ( Read more... )