Blurbs of Nothing

Inner thoughts and glimps of fiction

[thoughtsamongsilence]

Sometimes when I read about love and heartache I can feel it physically in my body. Its the kind of empathy that fills my chest and travels down my arms and into my palms. I can feel heavy and hollow and sometimes I become addicted to that pain. I will read about these sad devastating moments to feel it. Its different than sad dog videos or dramatic movies. Loves pain is all too real and tangible.

[thoughtsamongsilence]

I’ll stain your hands with all the murky moments of when I didn’t love myself. You’ll pull back, and lie that your skin has always been this red. I dont want to see my fear crawl up the freckles Ive kissed and connect on your skin. I dont want to ruin you like I did myself.

[randal-mcmandal]

[thoughtsamongsilence]

Falling From Grace

and when she reached out without a hold in the world and trusted that she may find a peaceful end she grew restless, mentioned not that she may live but that she can find solace in even the worst of terms, and to her utmost horror the world answered swiftly, gracefully, and all without the pain of impact, exactly to their word

[thoughtsamongsilence]

You told me you loved me, but you fell for an idea, perfection that I couldn't live up to. So you left. And I was left with only the harsh reality, that I was never worthy of loving.

thoughtsamongsilence

[maximumjinx]

Our “forever” was ink on my skin, and it turns out that I’m finite.

@thoughtsamongsilence (via maximumjinx)

[thoughtsamongsilence]

I care too much, and being overlooked has only made me bitter.

@thoughtsamongsilence

[gayushistory-blog]

social experiment i guess

put yr sign and whether you like tea or coffee more in the tags

[thoughtsamongsilence]

I WANNA DO A THING

I wanna write a thing and I wanna see what happens but I have like 3 followers so

[magic-spelldust]

Pastel Winter Scenes (photos by Алексей Угальников)

[13-moodlerdoodlers-blog]

@thatonevaleriegirl

[thoughtsamongsilence]

I can't imagine a life where I was the protagonist of the story. It's hard to even write in first person when constantly surrounded by main characters, heroes and villains that attract the plot towards themselves. Special circumstances happen to special people, and secondary supporters act as background, bland in comparison to others, so they can stand brighter.

[lividlylily]

Put a word inside my inbox

And I’ll tell you a fact about myself based off that word

[ozeia]

holy shit do this

Please

[chongoblog]

Ooh! Rad prompt!!

[biglawbear]

I thought this said “world” for a second and I was like, “okay, mars?”

[thoughtsamongsilence]

I wish I didn't think of your hands when mine feel so empty.

[thoughtsamongsilence]

Love Sucks. Why can’t I have it?

It really sucks when you’re a writer, with such a vivid perception of romantic love and caring, yet you can’t experience it yourself. It surrounds me, couples, flirting, crushes, toe curling, butterfly fluttering, scream inducing love and lust. There’s a lot of it in high school believe me. I’ve always read about love and how it’s supposed to feel, like your breath is knocked away and you’re heart is pounding a thousand miles per minute and with every glance at them you can’t help but wonder how you ever got so lucky to cross paths with them? They make you laugh without even trying, and send you swooning off to bed with a big dopey grin on your face and you lie awake wondering how they can be yours. Maybe it’s longing, maybe that’s what I know best. Romance is hardly as perfect as it is in the stories I read, how can I pretend to know what it’s like? I haven’t fallen in love, at least I don’t think. And if I have it’s never been reciprocated, I’ve never so much as talked to someone I cared about so deeply with such intensity without feeling so uncomfortable that they’re near. I lie awake in fear that perhaps I’m too intense, that my sneaky glances aren’t so sneaky and my random smiles are transparent as air. That they see me there, vulnerable as hell with a stupid hoping glance and they only feel awkward and uncomfortable in return. How do people hide love so well if all it makes you feel like you’re going to burst? Props to them, I don’t think I would ever be able to do it, though I can’t say I haven’t tried my hardest. Not having someone loving you shouldn’t break you, another person shouldn’t build you up just to tear you down again.  But to never experience even the slightest interest, the littlest hope that maybe he’s not being kind he’s flirting, well that can crush anyone’s spirit right? It feels like you’re not good enough to give a second glance, like you’re not as special, funny or pretty as those other girls that get so much attention. I don’t need a man to be happy, but I need this fear of a life so dull to live without love to go away. Why does love hurt so much for me, when I haven’t yet to experience it?

[seveneigths]

instead of "Ask me", I want you to tell me your story

Tell me about:

Why you’re single

How’s your relationship going?

What do you dream about at night?

What are you afraid of?

What’s your favorite song?

Tell me about the book you’re reading

A poem or song lyric that won’t leave your head

Tell me about your secret crush

Where would you go if money wasn’t an issue

What’s your deepest wish

Do you believe in magic?

Tell me a ghost story

What’s the weirdest thing that has happened to you?

What do you need to get off your chest?

What are you mad about?

What are you excited about?

Are you afraid for the future?

Fill my Ask Box

[thoughtsamongsilence]

Because Im PJO trash

“Are you ready?” 

That was a great question, and all the same the worst. It was probably the hardest question anyone has ever had to answer in the history of everything, Well, Percy didn’t really care if that sounded exaggerated, it was true. 

Was he ready?

He wasn’t ready for Camp Half Blood and learning that he was a Demi God at the age of 12. He wasn’t ready to have his life shattered and pieced back together into a mosaic that somehow made sense once you’ve stepped back and saw its beauty. He wasn’t ready for the danger, adventure, loss, love, and basic ironic punchline that has been his life for the past 9 years. The golden fleece, the sky literally at his fingertips, the life threatening maze, and the war that took his kids away. His campers, his friends- his innocence, his childhood. No, he wasn’t ready for that at all.

But it had happened, whether he consented or not, and in the end it didn’t turn out so bad. He had Annabeth and Grover, he had his two best friends in the world.

I guess it wasn’t much of a surprise that he lost it all in the span of a few months. Then it was his lost memories, new allys and friends, and brand new view of the world- just when he was starting to see it clearly. New Gods and Goddesses, new stories and myths. And then there was Annabeth, finding her way back to him just in time. It was stressful, but with her he could accomplish anything. He could fight a thousand more Titan wars with his best friends by his side. 

Then there was Tartarus, and he had almost been lost. Not necessarily in death, but him himself. He had grown up in chaos, in passion and anger. He was born in war. Percy had Gabe, the gods, Luke, Kronos, and now Gaea. With so much rage, Percy almost disappeared for good, a truly tragic hero he could have become. If it wasn’t for Annabeth. 

Always there, even when he couldn’t remember his life, his mom, his friends- she was there, her name floating among the fog like an anchor he could hold onto. Teaching him love, compassion, wisdom and strength. With sarcastic remarks and strong will, she was everything that tied him back to earth. That kept him from becoming another story among the gods. 

So, I guess the answer was pretty clear.

“Yeah, definitely.”

“Good.” Grover grinned, looking back at the to the double doors that had started to open with grace as music started.

Percy watched in awe, his heart pumping in his ears and water from the foutains bubbling with excitement, as Annabeth approached with a wide smile, twinkling gray eyes, and dressed in white.

“Because here she comes.”

[maximumjinx]

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