My choices are simple. I can die like a quarry in the woods or I can die here beside Gale. "I'm not going anywhere. I'm going to stay right here and cause all kinds of trouble."
Our rocky ledge overlooking the valley. Perhaps a little less green than usual, but the blackberry bushes hang heavy with fruit. Here began countless days of hunting and snaring, fishing and gathering, roaming together through the woods, unloading our thoughts while we filled our game bags. This was the doorway to both sustenance and sanity. And we were each other’s key.
mockingjay is a novel about tearing two people who are inextricable apart because they have different ideas about what it means to survive and because of that she’s in mourning for half of the goddamn book it’s everywhere we were each other’s key i’m searching for something to hang on to sometimes out in the woods with gale i was actually happy she knows what is happening and she can’t stop it of course it ends with him walking away of course it ends with her wanting to open her eyes and see him in the woods again of course it doesn’t matter you want a study of what war does to people i give you this gale is mine. i am his. anything else is unthinkable. was unthinkable now it’s just reality gk is a love story. it’s just a sad one.
For a few years I went down a path where I forgot to be in the moment and enjoy the moment. But being around someone like Jen, who is so honest and laughs all day long, I am forced to be in the right now. I’m much happier.