( saving grace )

You have woken. But no one has woken. You are changed, but the light of change is bitter, the changing is the threshold into winter.

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— bennett

        lanky figure occupies an empty seat while his legs rise to rest his feet on the chair nearby. he fanned out his newspaper, rays of sunshine singling out EVERY speck of dust that escaped from it — he coughed, god. how he hated this ROUTINE.  ❝ oh no, don’t mind me. just reading this RIVETING article from when cheyenne’s little league took home first place in two-THOUSAND-fucking-four. ❞

SARCASM — that was what the man was using correct? They never really used that sort of thing in her church. People there were very forward. Her father would criticize her without any filter, while the women, like her mother, would share their disapprovals or negative comments about Eden or the world behind pursed lips and condescending smiles. “—oh? That sure does sound lovely.” ( At least she tried. ) “But I was act’lly wonderin’ if you had noticed where all the creatures went? I went t’ sleep, an’ then al’sudden they disappeared. Ain’t complain’ but it don’ feel right.”

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[misswallflower]

[w0uldyoubemine]

I am an incurable romantic. I believe in hope, dreams and decency, love tenderness and kindness. I believe in mankind.

Leonard Nimoy (via thorodinsoh)

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[craigslits]

[findingwordsforthoughts]

your softness is what keeps you from breaking; do not shed it. it is your shield.

marina v., power.  (via blancheduboiswrites)

[catastrophepins]

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moodyhues:

Art Class Aesthetic ; requested by anon

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maura

     Maura nodded, checking the woman out from head to toe. She didn’t seem violent or any viable threat to her life, but Maura was still cautious. “Ok… Didn’t know people still had homes, but good for you I guess…”

Eden grew quiet for a moment. Was there a place for her to go back to? The cabin had been her home, but when Hunter didn’t appear, it suddenly seemed like nothing more than four empty walls.“—Well I don’ know if I still got a home. S’pose ‘m gon’ find that out real soon here. Right now ‘m jus’ tryn’t find my friend. She’s my REAL home.” 

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ravi

“I don’t have anything to do,” Ravi said honestly. “It’s the middle of the night - the rest of my camp is tucked away asleep.” He lowered his hands slowly and took a step towards her. “Please. I’m a healer. It’s my job to help.” He wondered what Luz would think of his courage here. His anxieties were already churning in his gut, telling him to leave the woman behind and go home to safety and a warm bed. But he couldn’t just let her go. “It’s fine. I’m Ravi, by the way. “What’s your name?”

Camp? That was a promising sign. That meant that he was an actual citizen of Cheyenne. She knew GOOD people that were camp members. Huan was part of a camp and so was Callum. They had both sworn to look after her. ( At least— they had looked after her in the past, and she hoped that hadn’t changed. ) “Ravi? Th-That’s a real nice name, sir. ‘m Eden. I — um.. one of my friends is a healer too. She’s real smart.”

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charlie

“I-…I wasn’t… I mean.. I’m not.” Looking at the gun in her hands, Charlie lowered the weapon and slid it back into the holster sewn to the side of her hand made rucksack. What was she supposed to do? She had so much guilt over thinking that maybe she should let the other girl leave, and eventually, she couldn’t do it. Especially once she noticed the state of the clothes the girl was wearing. “Wait… Wait.” Starting after her, she kept a bit of a distance, not wanting to spook the young woman. “Do you need help?”

The gun being placed back in the holster was at least somewhat comforting. The tension in her muscles lessened slightly, but she still kept her distance. If she had learned anything, it was that a person could injure and harm another without any sort of weaponry. It didn’t take much to take Eden down, and while she could run ( she had come out of her mother’s womb knowing how to run from her sins ), the things she ran from usually always eventually caught up to her. “—I don’ want’t bother ya. Ain’t no issue. Jus’ lookin’ for a friend that I haven’t seen in awhile.”

[ichorbled]

43. Sharing a blanket

He’s not normally used to these conditions. William had been huddled around his little fire, a large and worn comforter he found from the inside of the house wrapped tightly around his frame. He originally thought that the roads would be emptied for the night other than the occasional walker. Like a moth to a flame, a woman approached him. She was visibly shivering, and without so much as a word he welcomed her to his fire, throwing the extra bit of blanket over her shoulder once she was settled.

      “  You never told me your name.  ”

[ancrchist-a]

“i’m in love with her. i love her.” ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

   CRAZY, STUPID, LOVE   |  @fcllenangel

      ❝   HER?   ❞     huan looks pointedly in the woman’s direction, then back to eden. she’s waiting for confirmation that never comes. it often goes like this: eden speaks her mind, huan says something ABRASIVE, and then there’s silence. today, huan is breaking the mold.      ❝   you love her?   ❞      catch the way huan goes back to looking at the other woman, catch how she can’t look away. it’s as though she thinks that if she wishes with all her might, the woman will look and be scared, or that she’ll burst into flames. and it’s the same thought another way: huan won’t look at eden. REFUSES TO. her arms cross and while normally relaxed enough to lean back in her seat, her posture is fine. prideful thing, making herself look bigger to scare others.  funny, how someone so appalled by love they’ve left someone over it, is offended by this.  SELFISH GIRL, always wanting more than she can handle. 

      she’ll leave first. at least that’s in her control. still, she doesn’t feel much like speaking  (  no, she feels like yelling and verbally berating  ) with eden now. she could sit here and seethe, she loves to wallow, but any longer sitting in the feeling of DISRESPECT and she might say something  –  well, no. huan doesn’t regret, but she would say something so entirely toxic eden would be gone and there would be no LOVE to ruin. eerily calm is the way huan’s words come out,     ❝   that’s nice.   ❞     she stands, hand briefly patting at her pocket;  a habit to make sure her phone is still there. such a small thing in this moment, but perhaps the only thing to give tale that she hasn’t lost her mind over this.     ❝   i’m headed out.   ❞     this, after a hefty amount of silence, and this which is to ask  ‘ are you leaving with me now or DITCHING ME like the awful person you are ? ’, or it is to say  ‘  you can’t come with one girl and leave with another ’  –  hypocritical, considering the amount of ditching and swapping she’s done at parties. dismissively, huan waves her hand, and if a shove could be passive aggressive, that’s how she makes her way through the small crowd of people between the couch and the door.

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hunter

It had been a long time since she’d been back to the cabin. Once she realized that Eden wasn’t coming back, she couldn’t bear to be there everyday but she couldn’t let it go either. Happening upon Huan in the storm had offered an opportunity to solve that problem. They’d both wanted ANSWERS and had found nothing. At least Huan could keep an eye on the place, be there in case–if by some miracle Eden came back. Until then, Hunter couldn’t stomach it for more than a few hours at a time.

Surprised to find Huan nowhere to be found, Hunter headed up to Eden’s room where she could torment herself in the ritual she always engaged when she had some alone time: opening her friend’s closet and running her fingertips along the dresses held within it. Suffering could be honeyed in its way, even in the manipulation of creaking floorboards into a SIGN–an answered prayer that somehow, somewhere maybe Eden was alive. Maybe even home.

Boots slapping the floorboards, she hurried up to the room. The anticipation building with her raising heartbeat just as it did every time she was let down–a bird in the room, Huan lurking around with her false sincerity, nothing at all but Hunter’s unbridled hope. The cascade of loose blonde waves in her room where she belonged caught Hunter’s breath in her throat. If God was real, he was torturing her with the image of the only person who truly deserved Him.

“You’re not–You can’t be–” REAL, she wanted to cry and as she continued desire was realized in the cracking of her voice. “I thought you were DEAD. I looked…We–We looked.” Choking on her words, the only feeling that overpowered her relief at seeing Eden alive was GUILT.

Throat constricting in on herself, Eden tried her very best to keep herself upright. The world before her seemed to be TURNING OVER on itself, spinning at rates that shouldn’t have been possible. Her stomach was plummeting, twisting, and contracting. It should have been nothing but happiness that she was feeling, but all she could feel was shame. No one could prove that it was Eden’s fault that she was taken away, but some piece of doubt had embedded itself into her. Maybe she could have done SOMETHING. Maybe even a little extra training with Hunter would have done her some good. 

Seeing her best friend now, after all this time apart, Eden didn’t know how she had EVER survived without her. Hunter was everything that she was not. When Eden fell, Hunter picked her up and showed her how to clean up the scratches. She motivated her. How she could have just allowed herself to be ripped away so easily was pathetic. She had to do better, for Hunter, but for herself as well.

“—‘m so sorry. I-I didn’ go, not by my choice at least. I— jus’ please don’ think that I’d ever actually leave you, or that I’d want’t leave ya. I-— I love you.” Tears had begun flowing long ago, staining her cheeks a bright red. Her knees were growing weaker. Hands reaching out, she tried her best to steady herself more by grabbing hold of a chair nearby. She wanted desperately to be closer to her. "The raiders — they.. I’m so sorry. Please don’ be mad.”

[earthgcardian]

[fcllenangel-blog]

too pure, too gay, too afraid of what god and everybody else thinks

— meme.

honestly? this is horribly accurate, and i am diSGUSTED.