I'm with the Mockingjay

teacupinastorm:

Far below, I can just make out Finnick, struggling to hang on as three mutts tear at him. As one yanks back his head to take the death bite, something bizarre happens. It’s as if I’m Finnick, watching images of my life flash by.

The mast of a boat, a silver parachute, Mags laughing, a pink sky, Beetee’s trident, Annie in her wedding dress, waves breaking over rocks. 

Then it’s over.

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-everdeen:

I want to own this. Why can’t I own this? Just gimme, I want it.

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