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✧ ▬ ˋˏ 𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐃 ˎˊ ▬ ✧ ❝ 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒇𝒊𝒅𝒊𝒎𝒖𝒔 ❞ ༻#ˋ 。✩ 。ˊ#༺ in death we trust
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❝ turns out i'm living in a horror film / where i'm both the killer and the final girl ❞
YOU FIRST / PARAMORE.
﹙ chapter seven, act one ; a little wicked﹚ amira montgomery.
tribute tower, the capitol. july, 70 att.
SOMEONE SHOULD'VE WARNED AMIRA ABOUT THE STUPIDITY OF THE CAPITOL. Granted, she did have a prime example ▬▬▬ he came down to smoky, dreary, smog-covered District Five every year, and chose who would be picked to die in a bloodbath, yet was never aware of what his job really entailed. And no, she was not enamoured with Messalla in the slightest. He was irritating with his long, flowery speeches, and oddly obsessed with camera angles. It was always clear he was rather airheaded, so she should've expected something similar from the rest of them.
