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                in her veins   runs the revolution's blood.                 in her eyes  can't you see the revolution?              in her screams   do you hear the revolution?       indie johanna mason.

[indignatia-blog]

here now

I’m rebooting Johanna, but this blog is kind of a mess so I’m going to start fresh with a new one. Any of you crazy people who are still following me here who’d be interested in following me again can find me here.

[indignatia-blog]

here now

I’m rebooting Johanna, but this blog is kind of a mess so I’m going to start fresh with a new one. Any of you crazy people who are still following me here who’d be interested in following me again can find me here.

[indignatia-blog]

here now

I’m rebooting Johanna, but this blog is kind of a mess so I’m going to start fresh with a new one. Any of you crazy people who are still following me here who’d be interested in following me again can find me here.

[indignatia-blog]

here now

I’m rebooting Johanna, but this blog is kind of a mess so I’m going to start fresh with a new one. Any of you crazy people who are still following me here who’d be interested in following me again can find me here.

[indignatia-blog]

here now

I’m rebooting Johanna, but this blog is kind of a mess so I’m going to start fresh with a new one. Any of you crazy people who are still following me here who’d be interested in following me again can find me here.

[indignatia-blog]

here now

I'm rebooting Johanna, but this blog is kind of a mess so I'm going to start fresh with a new one. Any of you crazy people who are still following me here who'd be interested in following me again can find me here.

[indignatia-blog]

                       katniss hates her birthday and johanna knows it. she's not going to get a cake or wish her a happy birthday ( what a moronic statement ) or shower her in pointless trinkets. beyond hot special occasion sex, she's really not one for celebration or ceremony.

                       she's also not one for emotional heart-to-hearts, or for letting the elephant in the room go unmentioned, which leaves her with very few options. thankfully, her very favorite course of action -- inappropriately callous, insensitive comments to make light of dark situations -- is still wide open.

                ❝you're not going to get old and hideous any time soon, are you?                     'cause your looks are most of what you have going for you.❞

[annoyingwizardtimetravel]

Her eyes were rimmed with long nights and things she wishes she had said.

Flowers In Bone Cages  (via n-xi)

[morethanbreadboy]

                             ”Everything had been fine and I — I…” 

             Obediently he bites his tongue at her command. Ironically enough he thinks if Johanna was like this with everyone she’d be a hell of a therapist or life coach — and lord knows they are making a killing during the recovery process.

   It’s hard though because as much as he feels like he’s letting himself down, on the inside there’s almost a self-deprecating tirade going on. Because each episode is a set back to all the hard work he’s put in, all the tolerance others have shown him. And it frustrates him to no end. To have the control over your own mind stripped right from your grasps and to do everything you can to try and recover yet knowing you’ll never fully be in control again ——  it infuriates him.

    Peeta realizes, as she’s leading him inside, that his fingers are digging painfully into his palm and he’s been holding his breath while lost in his thoughts. Letting out a deep, shaky breath he relaxes the tension from his fists, taking a look at Johanna as if to make sure she was still there. She doesn’t run, and she doesn’t fear him. He can still remember Annie and Finnick’s wedding where she accepted him without hesitation while everyone gave her the stink-eye.

                      We’re very familiar with each other’s s c r e a m s

 ”I just — uh water. Or something to drink.”

[indignatia-blog]

     The palm of her hand finds Peeta's cheek, uncharacteristically soft skin pressed against his jawline; a second, more insistent utterance of "what do you need?" is ready on her lips, and the thing here that anyone who knows her ought to find ironic is that she really does mean it. Johanna has always existed for the sake of other people -- first Leanne, and then Finnick, and now in the absence of both of them she supposes it would be Peeta. It's difficult for her, really, finding a reason to continue living if there isn't someone who needs her. Someone who she'd feel guilty for leaving while they still relied on her.

          Which makes it sound like the people she cares about guilt-trip her into living.

              Which isn't very far from the truth.

                            ( not exactly a love song, but it's the closest she can come. )

     The hand against his jaw slides down to grip his shoulder; its counterpart wraps around his forearm on his other side. Her palms are losing the roughness that always used to coat them, the harsh callouses put on the pads of her fingers by the manual work of District Seven. She's going soft. It's funny -- physicality aside, she'd forgotten that through the hardened skin she used to have a gentle touch. Hers were the embraces that could always still her sister's tears. Even Finnick, who carried the memory of each forced lover in his skin, who shied away from contact as though human hands were deadly weapons, could relax sometimes beneath her touch. She was not made just for killing. She can heal.

                      She just -- doesn't. Ever. Usually.

                                                                   A quirked eyebrow ----

                                                          ❝Water or booze, kid?                                                                    Kind of a difference there.❞ 

[favoritelittlelyrics]

[morethanbreadboy]

#im judgin u joh #judgin real hard

[indignatia-blog]

#whatever breadshit. #ur judgement means nothing to me i am immune. #im rubber and youre glue or whatever the shit that means.

[uffu-deactivated20140922]

i can’t breathe

[indignatia-blog]

#they tried to make me go to rehab but i said no no no

[the-ninenine]

[sinnaty]

[mercying-deactivated20180223]

funny thing about hurt people is they tend to hurt people

[sanguisestimmolare-blog]

I’d rather die on my feet than live my life on my knees.

(via deathbringergilbert)