One of my best moments in my life was my birth! :D
I want to know you, I’m sure that I’m not the only one, and hey, fighting with your parents is normal at our age! :D I might be upset when I wouldn’t fight with my parents sometimes! You’re insecure, too insecure. And do you really have nobody? Or do you think like that?:) And who says you’re ugly? Has somebody ever told you that you’re ugly?
RIP: Nelson Mandela (1918-2013)
Photo by Ian Berry, South Africa, 1994.
Hey there! :)
How does it come that you’re having a hard time atm? :(
97.My girlfriend and a friend of mine & a group chat with friends.
94. No, I was single at that moment.
73. Yes I do have :)
64. Don’t know… Probably someone from my class who doesn’t like me haha.
60. Yeah, I do hate a few people :)
58. Boys !
57. Yeah I did.
41. Yes and I’m still in it :)
37. No haha , I’m sure I won’t be married in 5 years.
19. Nah, love my eye color! But maybe a bit greener!
When I hear the screams of the crowd, I think it’s because I must look stunning. Then I notice something is rising up around me. Smoke. From fire. Not the flickery stuff I wore last year in the chariot, but something much more real that devours my dress. I begin to panic as the smoke thickens. Charred bits of black silk swirl in the air, and pearls clatter to the stage. Somehow I’m not afraid to stop because my flesh doesn’t seem to be burning and I know Cinna must be behind whatever is happening. So I keep spinning and spinning. For a split second I’m gasping, completely engulfed in the strange flames. Then all at once, the fire is gone. I slowly come to a stop, wondering if I’m naked and why Cinna has arranged to burn away my wedding dress. But I’m not naked. I’m in a dress of the exact same design of my wedding dress, only it’s the color of coal and made of tiny feathers. Wonderingly, I lift my long, flowing sleeves into the air, and that’s when I see myself on the television screen. Clothed in black except for the white patches on my sleeves. Or should I say my wings. Because Cinna has turned me into a mockingjay.
Fucking Cinna is a fucking mastermind
a dead mastermind
A dead mastermind who’s greatest work involved him giving the Capitol the biggest “fuck you” he could.
There was no regret on his face.