I was completely unprepared. You would think that after all the hours I’d spent with Gale—watching him talk and laugh and frown — that I would know all there was to know about his lips. But I hadn’t imagined how warm they would feel pressed against my own. Or how those hands, which could set the most intricate of snares, could as easily entrap me. I think I made some sort of noise in the back of my throat, and I vaguely remember my fingers, curled tightly closed, resting on his chest. Then he let go and said, “I had to do that. At least once.” And he was gone.

 Through the crowd, I spot Gale looking back at me with a ghost of a smile. 

If love is what you need, a soldier I will be.

 We could do it, you know. 

❞ Maybe I’ll be like that man in ‘The Hanging Tree’. Still waiting for an answer.

catniphatesbuttercup:

remember when after gale’s whipping haymitch cracks a joke about gale and madge and katniss utterly flips out at the slightest implication that gale is not hers and she is not his and she’s just so possessive about it because gale is pretty much another side of her and wow i hate galeniss

In the woods