#ic. threads.

francine is good with faces. she knows all the volunteers at feast as well as the visitors, even when they don't return for weeks. though sometimes a name or two might escape her memory. so she's sure that's where she knows the man in front of her. otherwise she's skipped right past small talk with a stranger, "i think my life might be better if I lived in Colorado."

– because i like a boy, sabrina carpenter

– breaking the law, judas priest

"there's always a reason to keep a wall between yourself and everyone else." cecelia's life is a book torn open. the capitol pokes it's nose into the hobbies she keeps, her marriage and the way she raises her kids. the mother of district 8, with a smile plastered on and baked goods to offer when visitors enter her home. no need to tell the cameras that tanner made them, and she hasn't entered a kitchen since she arrived home all those years again. fear of poison plaguing every touch. "no one has the right to everything in your soul."

– up, sing street

– ophelia, the lumineers

– unravelling, the crane wives

– hating stuff, ian mcconnell