Taking a break from tumblr. If you have messaged me, I promise I will get back with you as soon as possible.

Anonymous: Who are your tumblr friends?

Uhm, well, no one I guess. No one talks to me so I don’t really talk to anyone on here.

In the twilight of morphling, Peeta whispers the word and I go searching for him. It’s a gauzy, violet-tinted world, with no hard edges, and many places to hide. I push through cloud banks, follow faint tracks, catch the scent of cinnamon, of dill. Once I feel his hand on my cheek and try to trap it, but it dissolves like mist through my fingers.

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