They used to shout my name, now they whisper it.
I don’t really read much fanfiction I’m sorry I can’t help you out 😭
What I need is the dandelion in the spring. The bright yellow that means rebirth instead of destruction. The promise that life can go on, no matter how bad our losses. That it can be good again.
What series of events led me to be standing in the ruins of my city?
M E M B E R S O F D I S T R I C T T W E L V E
Larger, less fuzzy version of Effie from Elle (US) November 2014
No one else can do this but her.
I will be reblogging 95% The Hunger Games. Basically, if you like THG, let's be friends.