If you are afraid to talk to me because you are under the impression I’m too cool for you, please don’t be.
Not only are preventing yourself from talking to someone who you think is cool you are preventing me from talking to a cool person and making friends and I like friends.
If you are reading this, this is a personal invitation to talk to me. You don’t have to be witty or clever. Just say Hi. literally that’s all you have to say.
You spin me right round baby
Right round like a record baby
Right round round round
everyone is dead
[on her acting method] To you it looks emotionally straining, but I don’t get emotionally drained, because I don’t invest any of my real emotions. I don’t take any of my characters’ pain home with me, I don’t even take it to craft services. I’ve never been through anything that my characters have been through. And I can’t go around looking for roles that are exactly like my life. So I just use my imagination. If it ever came down to the point where, to make a part better, I had to lose a little bit of my sanity, I wouldn’t do it. I would just do comedies.
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Someone tried to strangle me. And I survived. I don’t need to hide that.
Look, I didn’t want to be a half-blood. If you’re reading this because you think you might be one, my advice is: close this book right now. Believe whatever lie your mom and dad told you about your birth, and try to lead a normal life.
Forget the oracle! You’re worried about your destiny, then write a new one. You’re angry at Poseidon for ignoring you, then show him why he shouldn’t. You’re upset about Tyson, make sure he didn’t die for nothing.
It's just a spark But it's enough to keep me going And when it's dark out, no one's around It keeps glowing Every night I try my best to dream Tomorrow makes it better Then I wake up to the cold reality And not a thing has changed But it will happen Gotta let it happen
“From this vicarious vantage point, I can see the shape of the whole arena for the first time. A perfect circle. With a perfect wheel in the middle. The sky above the circumference of the jungle is tinged a uniform pink. And I think I can make out one or two of those wavy squares, chinks in the armor, Wiress and Beetee called them, because they reveal what was meant to be hidden and therefore a weakness. Just to make absolutely sure, I shoot an arrow into the empty space above the tree line. There’s a spurt of light, a flash of real blue sky, and the arrow’s thrown back into the jungle.” — Katniss Everdeen, Catching Fire, p. 286-287