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sierra; woman of colour.
–you're on my mind, every night.
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“I asked: “What’s this between us?” He answered: “Nothing.” He grabbed me by the back of my neck And kissed me hard. He was right. There was nothing between us— Nothing between our lips— Not even air.”

— rubatosis: the unsettling awareness of your own heartbeat (claire v.)

"I first saw the girl at the Hob when she was just a baby. Burdock was so proud of her, he toted her around everywhere. After he died in that mine explosion, she started coming alone, trading the odd squirrel or rabbit. Tough and smart, her hair in two braids then, reminding me for all the world of Louella McCoy, my sweetheart of old. And after she volunteered for the Games, that nickname couldn’t help but slip out." - Haymitch Abernathy, Sunrise on the Reaping.
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