“But Mockingjays were never a weapon,” said Madge. “They’re just songbirds. Right?
“Yeah, I guess so,” I said, “But it’s not true. A mockingbird is just a songbird. A mockingjay is a creature the Capitol never intended to exist. They hadn’t counted on the highly controlled jabberjay having the brains to adapt to the wild, to pass on its genetic code, to thrive in a new form. They hadn’t anticipated its will to live.
My spirit. This is a new thought. I’m not sure exactly what it means, but it suggests I’m a fighter. In a sort of brave way.
“He waits for me to deny it; I want to deny it, but it’s true. Even now I can see the flash that ignites her, feel the heat of the flames. And I will never be able to separate that moment from Gale. My silence is my answer.”
No one will forget me. Not my look, not my name. Katniss.
The girl who was on fire.
waves crash along the battered, lonely lighthouse
soldier on, soldier on
keep your heart close to the ground
May 8th; Happy birthday, Katniss Everdeen!
The Hunger Games: Catching Fire+ Radioactive by Imagine Dragons