[ vii ]. a little wicked

                                    

                                          

                            

                                
                            
                              
                                  
                              
                              
                                
                                  
                                  
                                
                              
                             
                            
                            
                          
                          

                            

                                
                            
                              
                                  
                              
                              
                                
                                  
                                  
                                
                              
                             
                            
                            
                          
                          
you can always bleed a little more.





I'll be someone else's god: 
Godhood is just like girlhood / 
a begging to be believed.
UP THE QUARTERLY STAIRCASE / KRISTIN CHANG

                            

                                
                            
                              
                                  
                              
                              
                                
                                  
                                  
                                
                              
                             
                            
                            
                          
                          
﹙ chapter seven, act one ﹚





tribute tower, the capitol.
july, 70 att.
                    SOMEONE SHOULD'VE WARNED AMIRA ABOUT THE STUPIDITY OF THE CAPITOL. Granted, she did have a prime example ─── he came down to smoky, dreary, smog-covered District Five every year, and chose who would be picked to die in a bloodbath, yet was never aware of what his job really entailed. And no, she was not enamoured with Messalla in the slightest. He was irritating with his long, flowery speeches, and oddly obsessed with camera angles. It was always clear he was rather airheaded, so she should've expected something similar from the rest of them.