when books make you cry like fuck you book you’re a stack of paper
No matter how many times I see this, I still can’t decide whose face is the best.
Catching Fire stills in HQ
But felt a fever of the mad and played Some tricks of desperation. All but mariners Plunged in the foaming brine and quit the vessel, Then all afire with me. The king’s son, Ferdinand, With hair up-staring—then, like reeds, not hair— Was the first man that leaped, cried, “Hell is empty and all the devils are here.”
"We are all of us united, both victors and vanquished, in serving a common purpose. The power, and glory of the Capitol!”