imrihanna:

Messing with Taylor Swift is pointless. Her exes do her wrong but she gets them back with her lyrics. A critic spoke very harshly of her and she wrote a song about it called “Mean” and won 3 Grammys. Like I mean I don’t even know why you all bother at this point like, give up, it’s her, she wins, you lose. Hahahahahahaha o shit hahaha yo. I’m a bad bitch, I’m a I’m a bad bitch [x4] Hahahahahaha

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unthroning:

I really want someone. Someone who I can be myself around, completely silly or completely serious. A person who will laugh along at my stupidest jokes or hold me when I’m sad. A person to go out and walk around the city with, going wherever we please, or just stay at home with and watch movies all night. We’ll eat whatever we want and sleep whenever we want. Just be there for each other. Just someone to love.

You’re different. You don’t fit into a category. They can’t control you. They call it Divergent.”

I don’t want to be just one thing. I can’t be. I want to be brave, and selfless, honest, intelligent, and kind.

Then I notice something is rising up around me. Smoke. From fire. Not the flickery stuff I wore last year in the chariot, but something much more real that devours my dress. I begin to panic as the smoke thickens. Charred bits of black silk swirl into the air, and pearls clatter to the stage. Somehow I’m afraid to stop because my flesh doesn’t seem to be burning and I know Cinna must be behind whatever is happening. So I keep spinning and spinning. For a split second I’m gasping, completely engulfed in the strange flames. Then all at once, the fire is gone. I slowly come to a stop, wondering if I’m naked and why Cinna has arranged to burn away my wedding dress. But I’m not naked. I’m in a dress of the exact design of my wedding dress, only it’s the color of coal and made of tiny feathers. Wonderingly, I lift my long, flowing sleeves into the air, and that’s when I see myself on the television screen. Clothed in black except for the white patches on my sleeves. Or should I say my wings. Because Cinna has turned me into a mockingjay.

They can’t hurt me. I’m not like the rest of you. There’s no one left I love.

❝ I never want to change so much that people can’t recognize me. ❞

© OCTOMOOSEY
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