Haunted by lipgloss

This is what we call photoshoot btw

holy cinematography

فیلم اول هانگر گیمز قشنگ Serena joy عه😭

نرگس افی منه btw

هستی کتنیس منه btw

Watching Hunger games for the 162991015th time cause why not

Mother — worry in her eyes Shadow in her sight Of a deadly, monstrous form Of what would happen to her If she runs — if she hides Through all of her, I will rise Resistance in her heart 'Cause now she has someone to be lost Palm of my hand — fits in hers Reckless will be the ones Who call me what she fights And she'll never feel my heartbeat again, Like she did she once.

Both drawing and poem by aurora

I know I know- who am I to dream for you It's just that in my own mind I was born with a little bit of paradise Not like my husband- who was born and raised in hell I always had something gentle to give- All of me in fact It's one of the beautiful things about me It's one of the beautiful things about nature But lately I've been thinking that I wish someone had told me when I was younger about the inhabitants that thrive off of paradise. That should they take too much there will be nothing left to give. Not everyone's nature is good or golden and you can't fight what's in your nature

Time was stopping Moving through u U dictated By what moved u Only moving never thinking Match the sun that's slowly sinking At the hight of afternoon In the heat of summer evening