heartsighs.

a mumu blog for survivorsfm rp.

[heartxsighs]

iya diallo. forty-seven. he/him. cook. [ intro ♡ aesthetic ♡ visage ♡ threads ♡ other ]

marisol ortiz. twenty-two. she/her. farmhand. [ intro ♡ aesthetic ♡ visage ♡ threads ♡ other ]

noor rai. twenty-five. she/her. scavenger. [ intro ♡ aesthetic ♡ visage ♡ threads ♡ other ]

zeynep sahin. thirty. she/her. archivist. [ intro ♡ aesthetic ♡ visage ♡ threads ♡ other ]

[ruhlare]

[shakuachi]

“At some point, being angry is just another bad habit, like smoking, and you keep poisoning yourself without thinking about it.”

— Jonathan Tropper (via quotemadness)

[remanence-of-love]

[love]

[aditiv3rse]

we were meant to live slowly!!!! we were meant to savor moments and feel unabashedly lazy and frolic and smell the flowers and laugh with our entire hearts and love with our entire souls!!!!! don’t ever feel guilty for resting!!!!!! don’t ever feel guilty for slowing down!!!!!! enjoying life shouldn’t be something you’re ashamed of

[evilnormalgrl]

[mommabcar]

@heartxsighs

Aurora wanted to get as many gifts as possible for Hasen and starting now was something she wanted to do. Her studies in astronomy mixed with meteorology helped her tell time, which helps the university. Know the months, know the seasons, know how to read the weather--everyone can function normally. As normal as they could get. And celebrating birthdays was normal and important to Aurora. She wanted her son to always feel loved, hers especially should anything happen to her. That's why she was on a mission to tell everyone on campus to try to get something for him that he'd like. Whether it be a note or a trinket, he'd learn to love it either way. She took it upon herself to go to the quarantine shack during one of her mini breaks from work. There, she approached each scout and scavenger one by one and some in groups to invite them to the gift giving and even mentioned a potential party for the soon to be nine year old. Eventually, she approached Noora, smile on her face. "Hey Noor," she beamed. "Hasen's birthday is coming up in a few months according to the calendar. I'm asking everyone if they want to give him a gift now so they have enough time to get an idea and get it. Are you interested?" She asked, one hand in her small bag that contained a notepad with names of all those giving gifts and a pen. "There's no pressure to."

[heartxsighs]

birthdays held a specific connotation in noor's mind - the idea of celebration and happiness and being under a big blue wide open sky as you opened presents from friends and family who all gathered around you lovingly. in no way did the thoughts ever include being locked behind sanctuary walls with guards dotted along the top, keeping an ever watchful eye for the danger outside. just glancing around the place always left noor with a sour feeling in her gut, as if she couldn't help but compare her past life to what life was now - and for her, there remained little to no place for celebration, other than feeling happy that you'd survived one more day, one more year, one more decade here.

which is why she immediately made a face, gritting her teeth as she thought. "uhhh. birthdays. right." this was a general reaction from her whenever she was invited. and, look, she got the importance of celebrating, and enjoying life even as it was, but it had never resonated in that way with her. not when most of the family she had was gone. still, she'd feel marginally bad if she turned down a present for a nine year old, and so noor sighed. "i want to, okay? but i don't know what to get for him. it's been a long time since i was nine."

[isolvtes]

her reaction brings an amused scoff from him, he's so excited for this. you gotta enjoy the little things in times like these, like watching the desperate attempt to scramble and find something funny. " i'm sure you are. " jace teases, grin lighting up their face as they lean against the bar, giving noor his full attention which is clearly what she wants right now. “ hmmm, " he's not sure he knows this one. jace examines her a moment, as if it'll better help him decipher the punchline. " i don't know, why do seagulls fly over the ocean ? “ 

[heartxsighs]

she's fully frowning now at the attention over something stupid like a joke instead of, you know, showing off how much weight she can lift or how good her aim has gotten over the last several years of practice. noor's pause is less for dramatic intrigue, the building up of the joke, and more because she can't believe she's actually doing this. it's not that big a deal, but she feels silly anyway, and so the tone that she delivers the punchline in is less than amused, maybe making it more funny than it should have been depending on someone else's sense of humor. "because if they flew over the bay, we'd call them bagels." and there it is. she tries not to wince or scowl.

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

“the intimacy of smiling against each other’s lips.”

— Jay Vespertine

[arwenstardust-deactivated202402]

What if I’m unlovable at my core? What if there is something about me that makes people not want to stay?

[shedreamsintechnicolor-deactiva]

[petaltexturedskies]

Virginia Woolf, from The Complete Works; "Between the Acts," written c. 1941

[flowerytale]

Daphne du Maurier, from The Parasites

[petaltexturedskies]

Eva Ibbotson, from “A Company of Swans”

[flowerytale]

Joan Didion, from The Year of Magical Thinking

[isolvtes]

status: open to all !

location: the rainstorm, any time !

" first one's on me IF you can tell me a joke. " jace proposes, drying the last few sets of glasses behind the bar. " so obviously it has to be funny, if you can handle that. " he grins, thinking he's hilarious. " you know what, i'll settle on amusing, just for you. "

[heartxsighs]

"oh, god..." she groans aloud, tapping her nails on the bar. obviously, noor isn't going to back down from a free drink, courtesy of the bartender. but coming up with a joke on the spot? she's more likely to do a handstand for five minutes than achieve something lighthearted and silly like that. squinting at the bottles behind jace, she huffs out, a scowl crossing her face despite the desperate need to be funny right now. "i'm thinking, i'm thinking." take too long, and he'll probably pull back the offer as fast as he can, the cynical part of noor thinks, too. "alright. how about this. i remember it from when i was a kid. why do seagulls fly over the ocean?"

[petaltexturedskies]

C.S. Lewis, from “The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe”