Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
✧ ▬ ˋˏ 𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐃 ˎˊ ▬ ✧ ❝ 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒇𝒊𝒅𝒊𝒎𝒖𝒔 ❞ ༻#ˋ 。✩ 。ˊ#༺ in death we trust
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
❝ i think i forgot to be happy / something i'm not, something i wait for ❞
WHAT WAS I MADE FOR / BILLIE EILISH.
﹙chapter twenty four, act two ; the heaviest burden﹚ mara cayden.
victor's village, district eleven. january, 72 att.
MERCY SCOFFS. It's harsher than needed, perhaps, but she supposes it's better than being treated like a porcelain doll; though it's still rough and abrasive and stings, Mara doesn't entirely hate it. She doesn't think she could truly hate anything Mercy says, since the old woman is still here, still persisting. Mara gave up on herself long ago. Grandmother's eyes are tired, angry, and ever so slightly sad. Her granddaughter died in the arena ▬▬▬ and she knows it's true, because she relives it each night in hazy, confusing dreams.
