"She’s fifty or so, with gray hair that falls in an unbroken sheet to her shoulders. […] Her eyes are gray, but not like those of people from the Seam. They’re very pale, as if almost all the color has been sucked out of them. The color of slush that you wish would melt away."
WHY DO GIRLS FANGIRL IN ODD NUMBERS?
BC THEY CAN’T EVEN.
—“So at least half the victors have instructed their mentors to request you as an ally. I know it can’t be your sunny personality.”
“They saw her shoot,” says Peeta with a smile. “Actually, I saw her shoot, for real, for the first time. I’m about to put in a formal request myself.”
The Fault in our Coffee
"That’s the thing about coffee. It demands to be sweetened."
"I drank my coffee the way you fall asleep: slowly, and then all at once."
"My thoughts are coffee I can’t fathom into cappuccinos."
"The marks coffee leaves are too often scalds."
Some coffee cups, are bigger than other coffee cups
i love tumblr.
John needs to find this
Coffee demands to be drunk