"I will not fall prey to society’s desire to turn girls into emotionally insecure neurotics who pull up their dresses for the first flattering remark."

You don’t have to be psychotic to be a killer. You just… need a reason. And even then, sometimes, you can surprise yourself.

I had  w i n g s once, and they were  s t r o n g. They could carry me above the clouds and into the headwinds, and they never faltered. Not even once. But they were stolen from me.


electric picnic (c)

electric picnic (c)

Friends Reunion Skit with Jimmy Kimmel.

In the twilight of morphling, Peeta whispers the word and I go searching for him. It’s a gauzy, violet-tinted world, with no hard edges, and many places to hide. I push through cloud banks, follow faint tracks, catch the scent of cinnamon, of dill. Once I feel his hand on my cheek and try to trap it, but it dissolves like mist through my fingers.

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