“You think my first instinct is to protect you. Because you’re small, or a girl, or a Stiff. But you’re wrong.”
He leans his face close to mine and wraps his fingers around my chin. His hand smells like metal. When was the last time he held a gun, or a knife? My skin tingles at the point of contact, like he’s transmitting electricity through his skin.
"My first instinct is to push you until you break, just to see how hard I have to press.” he says, his fingers squeezing at the word break. My body tenses at the edge in his voice, so I am coiled as tight as a spring, and I forget to breathe.
His dark eyes lifting to mine, he adds, “But I resist it.”
"Why…" I swallow hard. "Why is that your first instinct?"
"Fear doesn’t shut you down; it wakes you up. I’ve seen it. It’s fascinating." He releases me but doesn’t pull away, his hand grazing my jaw, my neck. "Sometimes I just want to see it again. Want to see you awake.
Sam Claflin behind the scenes filming The Hunger Games: Catching Fire.
i do not make films primarily for children.i make them for the child in all of us, whether he be six or sixty (Walt Disney)
“I just think I’ve always been sensitive and had difficulty containing my feelings, and I’ve always searched for outlets for that, because otherwise those feelings come out in chaotic ways that aren’t always great.”
archangels ; stranded, deserted, drifted.
it is they who walk among you, who look like you, who talk like you. who feel the weight of heaven upon them, who remember all.
game of thrones + pretty colors (pt. II)