when they chant my name, it is more of a cry for vengeance than a cheer
Closing my eyes doesn’t help. Fire burns brighter in the darkness.
I am the Mockingjay.
suuuuuper simplified Effie drawing with some colours slapped on. hmmhmmhmmm.
They can’t hurt me. I’m not like the rest of you. There’s no one left I love.
We’re fickle, stupid beings with poor memories and a great gift for self-destruction.
”Go ahead. Try it. I don’t care if you’re knocked up. I”ll slit your throat!”
K A T N I S S E V E R D E E N
It is an old and rarely used gesture of our district, occasionally seen at funerals. It means thanks, it means admiration, it means good-bye to someone you love.