like the ocean

pacific meadowes. 17 | seventh year | hufflepuff. i'm drowning, drowning, drowning. i cannot see the surface and i cannot see the light. i promised that it wouldn't happen again... but it is.

[billscougar]

[aseaofquotes]

Lev Grossman, The Magicians

[aseaofquotes]

Anne McCaffrey, Nerilka’s Story

[myungdoolittle]

[pacif-i-c-blog]

Oh! -he'd stumbled into the chair that Myung is sleeping in, letting out a surprised squeak when his hip collides with the wood, and immediately apologizing a bit loudly, obviously still startled-

[alienhotel]

[dani-goyle]

[kicks her legs back and forth freely as they dangle precariously over the edge of the castle roof, the rest of her weight braced on her hands as she leans back in the the rather refreshing breeze.]

[pacif-i-c-blog]

-his nightly wandering has led him to the rooftop, where he expects to be alone but soon finds himself in the company of a girl, whom he hesitates to approach, and ends up watching from some distance-

[esmereldasullivan]

-that’s pretty fair, especially seeing as the usual ball of sunshine hasn’t had much practice with the whole pretending she’s okay thing anyway, so she’s probably not very convincing in the first place- Um, I don’t know. I guess I’m waiting for opportunities to come find me. I haven’t been very proactive about the whole job search thing… 

[pacif-i-c-blog]

-gives her a small smile, one that just barely shows off a portion of his teeth, and he reaches over, taking her hand. he squeezes it gently, not meaning to come off like he knows that she's upset, but he probably does, and assures her- You'll find something. I know you will.

[pacif-i-c-blog]

tumblr is doing this weird thing. when i log off of one account and hop onto another, it just logs me back into the one that i logged out of. is it doing this for you guys??

[esmereldasullivan]

-knows she has to make more of an effort if she’s going to convince people nothing up with her, so she tries to smile a bit, shrugging a shoulder- I’ve been looking for work, though that’s been on pause. I just moved, but I should be getting back into the job search… soon. 

[pacif-i-c-blog]

-has been there before, to the ends and darkest pits of depression... so he can see it, regardless of how much she tries to cover it up with smiles, but he doesn't ask because, like Jet, he knows when not to- Where do you think you'll end up working? 

[pacif-i-c-blog]

-actually ate supper in the great hall tonight, quite the accomplishment for the skittish boy, and walks out of the emptying hall with a proud smile on his face, moving to make his way back to the hufflepuff common room-

[christinacadwallader-blog]

[A slow nod pulls her chin up and down gradually, and her smile widens by a fraction, finding his bashfulness to be rather endearing. She isn’t a very intimidating person to begin with, so it certainly says something about the other person if they feel apprehensive under her watch; Nothing bad, of course. Just something.] Would it help at all if I admitted to getting that same look fairly often?

[pacif-i-c-blog]

-is as shy as a fawn, skittish and easily reduced to a stammering, avoidant mess; he glances up at her through the thickness of his lashes and stray strands of hair, peeking up at her as a small, guilty child would- I... don't know? Maybe? -shrugs sheepishly, glancing to the side now-

[pacif-i-c-blog]

whoever came up with calculus deserves to get punched in the genitals this shit is disgusting

[christinacadwallader-blog]

[A slow, clumsy smile slinks along her lips as her eyebrows simultaneously creep toward her jet black hairline.] Why are you greeting me like I’m some potentially pedophilic bloke in the back of an ice cream truck…?

[pacif-i-c-blog]

-the bluntness of her question makes his smile stumble, twitching into a frown before he ducks his head, hiding his expression from her, as he's never been able to produce a convincing poker face- I... I didn't mean to...

[christinacadwallader-blog]

there are a bunch of people following you…

[awkwardly waves hello to the brigade of random strangers?]

[pacif-i-c-blog]

Hi...

[pacif-i-c-blog]

-will worry despite her words, but decides to refrain from asking more questions, knowing from experience that in some cases it’s better not to ask, and in others you’ll never get a straight answer- Yeah… I’ve been trying to get out more, and all.

[esmereldasullivan]

-smiles softy- That’s good, Pacific. Im glad to hear it.

[pacif-i-c-blog]

-bites at his lip, trying hard to keep conversation going, as one thumb begins to pick habitually at his nail polish- What... have you been up to?

[the-final-sentence]

The sunlight on her hair.

Jhumpa Lahiri, from The Lowland (via the-final-sentence)

[pacif-i-c-blog]

[ distressed homestuck noises in the distance ]