ᴄʟᴀssɪᴄᴀʟʟʏ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪғᴜʟ

            ❛ did you ever give any thought to... AFTER? ❜                she’s frowning down at her drink as though it had somehow offended her, but the question is g e n u i n e; she hadn’t truly given any though to what would happen once the war was WON, if anything she hadn’t expected an end to all of this, waiting for the HUNGER GAMES to come back with a vengeance. there is a dull ache beneath her ribs that screams of loss, thorny vines of grief strangling her heart; constricting tightly to make sure she never FORGOT the things she had lost for all of this to be possible-- the sleepless nights when no comfort appeared to brush strands of hair from her face once screams abated and tears dried. she knows enobaria shares her pain in some way, both scarred and traumatized though choosing different ways of expression; for cashmere, it had been alcohol to numb the loss.              ❛ I didn’t expect to make it this far. ❜

post-movies fc - Vera Farmiga

                             she is an apocalypse wrapped in WOLF FUR.she bares her teeth in a smile                              & your world starts S H A K I N G. she is not the kind of girl you are meant                                             to love; wild and vicious, her hands wet with blood.