Real or Not Real?

One of the best parts about Christmas Break is free time.
During the semester I have free time but in the back of my mind there is that nagging homework that I know needs to get done or studying for that big test I have coming up. 

This break I chose to reread the Hunger Games series in preparation for March 23!

I've never been good with words and can never find the right words to say (or write) to express my true feelings but this blog hit it right on the nail.

This break Taylor Swift ft. The Civil Wars released a new single that will be in the movie. I have definitely had it on repeat the past week :)

Here are a few of my favorite quotes from the series:

“Only I keep wishing I could think of a way to…to show the Capitol they don’t own me. That I’m more than just a piece in their Games” -Peeta

"It's only now that he's corrupted that I can fully appreciate the real Peeta. Even more than I would've if he'd died. The kindness, the steadiness, the warmth that had an unexpected heat behind it. Outside of Prim, my mother and Gale, how many people in this worl love me unconditionally? I think in my case, the answer may now be none. Sometimes when I am alone, I take the pearl from where it lives in my pocket and try to remember the boy with the bread, the strong arms that warded off nightmares ont he train, the kisses in the arena. To make myself put a name to the thing I've lost. But what's the use? It's gone. He's gone. Whatever existed between us is gone. All that's left is my promise to kill Snow. I tell myself this ten times a day."

"Did you love Annie right away, Finnick?" I ask.

"No." A long time passes before he adds, "She crept up on me."

" 'You're a painter. You're a baker. You like to sleep with the windows open. You never take sugar in your tea. And you always double-knot your shoelaces.' Then I dive into my tent before I do something stupid like cry." -Katniss

"It's a long shot, it's suicide maybe, but I do the only thing I can think of. I lean in and kiss Peeta full on the mouth. His whole body starts shuddering, but I keep my lips pressed to his until I have to come up for air. My hands slide up his wrists to clasp his. 'Don't let him take you from me!' ... 'Stay with me.' ...His pupils contract to pinpoints, dilate again rapidly, and then turn to something resembling normalcy. 'Always,' he murmurs."

"You're still trying to protect me. Real or not real," he whispers.

"Real," I answer. "Because that's what you and I do. Protect each other."

"That what I need to survive is not Gale's fire, kindled with rage and hatred. I have plenty of fire myself. What I need is the dandelion in spring. The bright yellow that means rebirth instead of destruction. The promise that life can go on, no matter how bad our losses. That is can be good again. And only Peeta can give me that."
"So after, when he wishers. 'You love me. Real or not real?' I tell him,'Real.'"




I love The Hunger Games......Real or not real?
REAL!