ROT.

TELL ME, GIRL. ; WHEN DID YOUR HEART GROW COLD ?

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       dark   clothing   blends   easily   with   obsidian   night   ,   steps   quiet   and   hair   wild   ‘round   a   frame   of   porcelain   .   ;   gun   rests   within   her   hand   ,   unruly   smirk   on   girl’s   features   (   careful   .   ;   she’ll   lead   you   to   death   without   even   knowing   it   .   )   .   slowly   ,   barrel   is   pressed   to   the   back   of   another’s   head   ,   petals   twisting   into   sinister   smile   .   ❛   —   don’t   move   !   ❜   a   cackle   follows   ,   gun   pulled   quickly   now   ,   legs   bringing   her   to   face   them   and   smile   illuminated   by   moon’s   glow   .   ❛   piss   your   pants   yet   ?   ❜

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I drag myself out of nightmares each morning and find there’s no relief in waking.

Suzanne Collins, Mockingjay. (via wordsnquotes)

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