A Very Sunny Christmas [S06E13]
Charlie: Dude, this was like the best tradition ever. Every Christmas morning, I would run to the door and I’d open it and I’d find the first Santa Claus. Now, the Santa Claus would come in and give me a present or something, and then he’d go in the room with my mom and cheer her up for a while. And then the doorbell would ring and the next Santa would come and give me a present or something or other, and he’d cheer my mom up for a while. I didn’t always understand the presents, but I always found a way to have fun with them.
Mac: Charlie, I hate to break this to you, but based on the story you just told me, I think your mother was a prostitute.
(Source: birdlaw, via crimsondream)
When I hear the screams of the crowd, I think it’s because I must look stunning. Then I notice something is rising up around me. Smoke. From fire. Not the flickery stuff I wore last year in the chariot, but something much more real that devours my dress. I begin to panic as the smoke thickens. Charred bits of black silk swirl in the air, and pearls clatter to the stage. Somehow I’m not afraid to stop because my flesh doesn’t seem to be burning and I know Cinna must be behind whatever is happening. So I keep spinning and spinning. For a split second I’m gasping, completely engulfed in the strange flames. Then all at once, the fire is gone. I slowly come to a stop, wondering if I’m naked and why Cinna has arranged to burn away my wedding dress. But I’m not naked. I’m in a dress of the exact same design of my wedding dress, only it’s the color of coal and made of tiny feathers. Wonderingly, I lift my long, flowing sleeves into the air, and that’s when I see myself on the television screen. Clothed in black except for the white patches on my sleeves. Or should I say my wings. Because Cinna has turned me into a mockingjay.
(Source: asilverliningforthegirlonfire, via crimsondream)