Mockingjay
Suzanne Collins
The Hunger Games (3)
This Ballad We Sing
nocturne-of-forest (angrymudcrab)
and then the lover, sighing like furnace
persistingbaguette
avoiding every mistletoe
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another year (1)
forget me, my dear (and my grave will sleep soundly)
jello12451
gone are the condemned, the elegies for the living (1)