At school, I passed the boy in the hall, his cheek had swelled up and his eye had blackened.
Surely both, for he sweeps the doctors aside, leaps to his feet, and moves toward me. I run to meet him, my arms extended to embrace him. His hands are reaching for me, too, to caress my face, I think.
My lips are just forming his name when his fingers lock around my throat.
when I first watched the tv spot and realised peeta was in it
then I noticed how sad he looked and he was bruised and battered
Jennifer Lawrence’s review of The Hunger Games: Catching Fire
It’s the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown (1966) // Bill Melendez