At first my screen is black. Then a tiny spark flickers in the center. It blossoms, spreads, silently eating up the blackness until the entire frame is ablaze with a fire so real and intense, I imagine I feel the heat emanating from it. The image of my mockingjay pin emerges, glowing red-gold.

(Source: districtuprisings, via lumosthenox)

1:26 am  •  26 February 2012  •  1,686 notes