It just goes around and around, and who wins?
Not us. Not the districts. Always the Capitol.
But I’m tired of being a piece in their Games.
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The Evening Sun, Hanover, Pennsylvania, January 12, 1922
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the breeze is biting and brutal as you swiftly move across campus to your greek literature class but all your mind can focus on is the blood beneath your blackened coat and the way your surroundings suddenly sound painstakingly deliberate
from where you lie the shadows her gestures make are distorted yet you can’t help but smile once the familiar sounds of bicycles clattering against the driveway come across your ears
the shimmering light reflects off of their cheeks as you throw your head back with slight laughter at how, frankly embarrassing, both your dancing is but you can’t find it in yourself to care
you’re stood on the border of town with one hand on your backpack and the other laced with theirs as the two of your stare out at the sunrise, a sunrise that looms over the town you’ve decided to turn your back on
the love of your life whisks you into the arms for a slow dance which, despite the overall cheesiness, makes your cheeks sore with how much you’re smiling as they lead you through the kitchen and out towards the flower garden
you’re a dumb british teenager, the world is unfair, and all you want to do is sit by the pier and smoke until your lips turn numb and the band dies down
it’s new years eve in ‘87 and you’ve escaped the chaos downstairs in place of laying on the roof with them, some stolen cassettes, and a knack for spotting constellations
the italian sun caresses your skin and it burns but the grass is soft and their head is resting upon your shoulder so you don’t mind too much
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@sixofcrowsnet heist: social media au » zoya nazyalensky’s instagram
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5 seconds of summer - valentine
throw balloons, teddy bears and the chocolate eclairs await
got nothing but love for you, fall more in love every day
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— blue was a fanciful but sensible thing, like a platypus, or one of those sandwiches that had been cut into circles for a fancy tea party.
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❝I have a feeling you haven’t invited me here for kissing. Though it never hurts to ask.❞ He grinned at my ensemble and rubbed his hands together, mischief sparking like fireworks around him. ❝You’re dressed for sneaking about Dracula’s castle. Be still my thawing, dark heart. You certainly know how to make a young man feel alive, Wadsworth.❞
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“It’s this stupid hat, i’m telling you, it’s totally blowing my best feature.”
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