We all know the story. Virginal girl, pure and sweet, trapped in the body of a swan. She desires freedom but only true love can break the spell. Her wish is nearly granted in the form of a prince, but before he can declare his love her lustful twin, the black swan, tricks and seduces him. Devastated the white swan leaps of a cliff killing herself and, in death, finds freedom.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken
A light from the shadows shall spring
Renewed shall be blade that was broken
Crownless again shall be king
The game. It’s from May 1941. I know, ‘cause I was there. Now, I’m going to ask you again. Where am I?
"You don’t know anything about me."
"How the Media Failed Women in 2013," courtesy of Miss Representation. This is mind-boggling and you must watch it right now.
"Polished from her metallic gold wig to her patent leather high heels, gripping a clipboard. Remarkably unchanged except for the vacant look in her eyes.” - Mockingjay