#arcade 405

[croc-odette]

"Reality could wait until dawn. Sometimes the mountain that has loomed over you for so long is what shades you in the valley. Sometimes the night falls on you like a shield and not a blade. Sometimes the clouds that stand in front of the moon understand you better than the moon. The body across from her, perhaps beloved or still a stranger until the next life, stirred and shifted, sighing but not yet awake."

-Arcade 405, NJP

[croc-odette]

"Someone has to be the first person to turn around too soon

in order for the rest of us to nod and pretend we’ve learned the important lesson, 

which is

not to turn around too soon.

So,

I think every prayer has to be a deal, is a handshake, 

is a rug I agree to have

  pulled out from under me when the punchline nears,

So at least I can pretend that’s what I wanted 

and bow when I get back up. Give me half of this

for a day and I’ll let you disappoint me

I’ll let it be another lesson in humility

In empathy with the unrequited, the lonely, the sighing

And You know I could always use the perspective.

And dramatics aside, 

lessons in being a better person do

Make us better people.

But dramatics again please, to the front!

When is the divine prank over?

Like a tired priest or an old widow probably confessed;

Lord, for once it would be nice to just have something

instead of learning to live without it."

-Arcade 405, NJP

[croc-odette]

i miss my OCs. amy i love you

[croc-odette]

A fifth person was humming in the bathroom, the yellow light falling flat into the hallway, and Atara waited for them to walk out but they never did. Maybe she would meet them in the next life. Nan hadn’t been meant to be here, in this life, Atara suddenly thought with certainty. Nan had appeared anyways as the fourth body. It was, Atara felt with an uninhibited pang of a love she had not yet met in real life, a very Nan thing of her to do. Nan had existed. Amy had existed. Atoll had existed. Atara, too, had existed, however uncertainly, however desperately. That existence had changed something. It was not a matter of for better or for worse. Atara had not been the first body, or the second body, or the third. All through time the bodies stacked up, not as corpses in a mountain or notches in a door but as steps towards each other, as rain falling and disappearing and touching briefly before becoming the same rippling water that would one far day go as still and deep as a lake. -Arcade 405, NJP

[arcade405]

“If you’re really good you don’t sink at all. If god chooses you, you just walk across the top like it’s frozen solid, and you get to skip all that suffering and penance at the bottom.” “And then what?” “I guess god does whatever it planned to do with you.” -Arcade 405, NJP

[croc-odette]

"Please, not even a solution. Just a way out. She had seen her dead friend as pathetic and foolish for thinking she was a rope, for not understanding that she was a whole person with her own problems and desires. And she had seen her other dead friend as a rope. On the separate days of their funerals she had sat on her childhood bed, desperate to crawl up the walls and away from the thought of them being lowered somewhere further into the earth. There had to be a rope, and it had to be real, and it had to be something. Maybe the rope was love." -Arcade 405, NJP

[hexblooddruid]

Arcade 405 by N.J.P

[arcade405]

"How did she sign believe? She remembered Cherry’s hands. It was a combination of think and marry. Thinking had never done her any good. Marrying had never done her any good. Except, okay, that wasn’t true. They’d both saved and doomed her, but mostly saved her. She brought her index finger down from her forehead and into an invisible second palm she didn’t have.  “I don’t believe you."" -Arcade 405, NJP