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And yet, and yet. As we wallow in this symphony of squalid social relations, this gorgeous apologia for the unspeakable, we can still find ourselves swept up in the power of epic movie-making. We can cheer as Scarlett dances the Virginia reel and builds her lumber business from a foundation of pure grit, vowing that, like her, we will never be hungry for anything again—all the while glorying in the most magnificent fact of all, far more thrilling than Tara (with or without its curtains): Her side lost. (X)

neitherheavenorhell:

I realize only one person will be damaged beyond repair if Peeta dies.
                                                        Me.

I was back to the place where’d it all begun. So much had happened, so much had changed. Last I was here I was Claire Randall, then Claire Beauchamp and Claire Fraser. The question was, who did I want to be?

James Alexander Malcolm MacKenzie Fraser

Jennifer Lawrence on the cover of Vanity Fair (November 2014 issue)