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✧ ▬ ˋˏ 𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐃 ˎˊ ▬ ✧ ❝ 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒇𝒊𝒅𝒊𝒎𝒖𝒔 ❞ ༻#ˋ 。✩ 。ˊ#༺ in death we trust
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❝ where's my fucking teenage dream/ if someone tells me one more time, "enjoy your youth" i'm gonna cry ❞
BRUTAL / OLIVIA RODRIGO.
﹙chapter twenty seven, act two ; uneven battleground﹚ johanna mason.
training centre, the capitol. july, 72 att.
JOHANNA'S EYES ACHE FROM ALL THE TEARS SHE'S SHED. Still, she rubs them, bursting little blood vessels on the whites of her eyes. She looks at herself in the mirror of her bathroom, pinching the skin on her cheeks until they're red and mottled; she deliberately keeps her hair messy and unkempt. The girl in the reflection ▬▬▬ Johanna is seventeen, not yet a woman, as her mother tells her ▬▬▬ is one who almost looks angry. Mouth in a firm, unyielding frown, wide brown eyes glaring at her mirror image. She is also a girl whose face the Capitol may never witness, not if she's to survive.
