Johanna is incredibly perceptive, sarcastic and brash. She speaks her mind, regardless of the consequences, or who she hurts. (x)
"I don’t want you to go,” he murmurs, his voice full of longing. “I can’t stay. I know what I want and you can’t give it to me, and I can’t give you what you need.” He takes another step forward, and I hold up my hands. “Don’t, please.” I recoil from him. There’s no way I can tolerate his touch now, it will slay me. “I can’t do this.” Grabbing my suitcase and my backpack, I head for the foyer. He follows me, keeping a careful distance. He presses the elevator button, and the doors open. I climb in. “Goodbye, Christian,” I murmur. “Ana, goodbye,”
Do you understand that we will never be the same again?
The future’s in our hands and we will never be the same again
(for Galeniss Week: Bastille Ruined My Life Day, lyrics from “Things We Lost in the Fire”)
"There is something to be said for being young and needing someone so badly, you jump in head first without looking."
Gale says I never smile except in the woods. // And if we burn, you burn with us!