prrimroses







send me “have you evers”







Cinna has turned me into a mockingjay.







Getting to be myself at last.







“One more time? For the audience?” he says. His voice isn’t angry. It’s hollow, which is worse. Already the boy with the bread is slipping away from me.
I take his hand, holding on tightly, preparing for the cameras, and dreading the moment when I will finally have to let go.” 







Let’s go shopping…


















HP