Everything Is About Them, Not The Dying

You're Hideous, You Know That, Right?

As Coal Pressured Into Pearls By Our Weighty Existence. Beauty That Arose Out Of Pain.

While I Was Waiting...i Ate Your Lunch.

Oh, My Dear Miss Everdeen. I Thought We Had An Agreement Not To Lie To Each Other.

How About You, Mockingjay? You Feel Totally Safe?” “oh, Yeah. Right Up Until I Got Shot,” I Say.