when you stare into the abyss

And when you see those good things–and I promise you, there are so many good things–they’re going to be so much brighter for you than they are for other people, just like the abyss always seems deeper and bigger when you stare at it. If you stick it out, it’s all going to feel worth it in the end. Every moment you live, every darkness you face, they’ll all feel worth it when you’re staring light in the face.
—  Emily Henry, The Love That Split the World
How them 2000s live actions kids shows be
  • Normal Girl: *internally* I'm just a normal high school girl. I suck at math. I hate my parents. When someone asks me about my opinion on complex socioeconomic issues, I just go "What the heck!?" and start "texting" or something like that. My life would be just like yours, except for one thing: I have an amazing power... I can talk to cetaceans!
  • *at the docks, a bell tolls as our normal protagonist hears the voices of cetaceans bubbling in her mind*
  • Normal Girl: *staring deeply into the ocean*
  • Best Friend: Ahoy! What're you doing?
  • Normal Girl: Just staring into the oceanic abyss, thinking about how much I hate my parents. *internally* I have to keep my ability to speak to cetaceans secret or else... uh...
  • Best Friend: Haha, I feel that, friend. What a colorful life we teens live, our seaside environment awakening a rumbling darkness within ourselves of which we mull on our own with nothing but the unbounding depths of the ocean as our one escape. An escape which serves to only maim our fragile egos with newfound adolescent anxieties.
  • Normal Girl: What are you even talking about?
  • Best Friend: I don't know. I haven't slept in a week. Let's go to the mall.
  • *at the mall*
  • Normal Girl: *internally* My town might as well be called Lamesville. Nothing ever happens here, but the mall can be pretty fun. It's only place in the whole town with anything in it that isn't fish or excessive amounts of woodlice.
  • Best Friend: ...So I'd just dance and I'd dance until my feet broke. When that happened, I'd just get up and dance on my broken feet. And I did this until they were raw and blood was everywhere. I kept waking up in the morning extremely exhausted after this dream. I decided to record myself one night and it turns out I was dancing in my sleep. I haven't slept since I saw that. *leans in close to the normal girl* I'm afraid of what I'll do in my sleep.
  • Normal Girl: Wow, sounds weird... I guess. *sips coffee*
  • Best Friend: OMIGAWD! It's Chad Alphakid. He's coming this way!
  • *the normal girl and her best friend squee*
  • Normal Girl: *externally* That's Chad Alphakid. Who is he? He's only the hottest most coolest boy in this entire lame city. I've been crushing on him since I was like twelve.
  • Chad: Uh, okay.
  • Normal Girl: Did I just say that out loud!?
  • Chad: *sits at the table* Listen, I don't care what you or your friend think of me. I need help!
  • Best Friend: Have you murdered somebody?
  • Normal Girl: Do you need a girlfriend?
  • Chad: No, it's the ocean. The sound of her waves crashing against the shore is like a faultless siren song. There isn't a single night where I don't have visions of floating within her cold embrace. The allure of her boundless depths beckon to me like a lover. I'm afraid that if I don't get help soon, I'll find myself taken away by her to a fate unknown.
  • Normal Girl: *internally* Great, this is a chance to finally use my power to speak to cetaceans to my benefit! *externally* But why do you need us to help you?
  • Chad: You guys are the biggest fucking degenerate weirdos in this washed up town. If anyone knows how to deal with this, it's you two.
  • Best Friend: Haha, truuuuuu!
  • Normal Girl: I'm not a weirdo! I'm a completely normal girl.
  • Chad: Dude, you fucking talk to fish.
  • Best Friend: You do talk to fish.
  • Normal Girl: I don't talk to fish! *internally* I talk to cetaceans, they're mammals, not fish. Also, that's supposed to be a secret, dammit!
  • *at the shore*
  • Chad: Ah, Mother Ocean! Take me!! Take me!!! *attempts to run into the ocean, but gets held back by the normal girl and her best friend*
  • Best Friend: Simmer down, aqualad!
  • Chad: Why did you fools take me here, if not to release into the embrace of sweet Mother Ocean!?
  • Normal Girl: We talked it over and we decided that the best way to get you over your obsession is make you hate the ocean.
  • Chad: Does it involve you talking to fish?
  • Normal Girl: Yes, I mean no. I mean, fuck! Cetaceans aren't fish.
  • *the normal girl sits at the edge of shore, her eyes rolls up in her head as she proceeds to make fucked up porpoise sounds*
  • Normal Girl: *falls over limp*
  • Best Fried: She died.
  • Chad: Does this mean that I'm free to wade into Mother Ocean and meet my fate among her ever chaotic waes?
  • Best Friend: *lets chad go* Yeah, dude. I'm too far gone to care about things anymore.
  • Chad: *strips off all of his clothes* Good. I now understand that there was no avoiding this. This was always a forgone conclusion. My fate is with the waves. Sayonara, weird best friend guy.
  • Chad: *runs into the ocean*
  • Best Friend: *kicks the normal girl's body* Guess she really is dead.
  • Best Friend: *walks home as the night encroaches* My closest friend is dead, and Chad is probably dead too. I wonder where my fate lies?
  • Best Friend: *yawns* Maybe I should go to sleep and just dance myself to death finally. No, I don't think I could go to sleep even if I wanted to anymore. I'm probably going to die from exhaustion in the next few days, not having felt rest or comfort again. Or maybe I'll just stay awake forever. I feel like I was supposed to have an epiphany here, or some type of awakening. But, there's nothing. I feel like everything I've ever done has been pointless. God, I'm just really tired.
  • *back at the shore*
  • Porpoise: *beaches itself*
  • *a gray fleshy version of the normal girl crawls halfway out of the porpoises mouth*
  • Normal Girl: There goes my corpse! *drags her weird porpoise body towards the corpse* Why did I die with such a dumb expression on my face? Lame! I hope Chad didn't see.
  • Normal Girl: *looks around with beady eyes* No one's here. I can finally do this.
  • Normal Girl: *kisses her dead body on the lips* Blargh!
  • Normal Girl: *spits out blood* I bit my tongue when I died. Gross. I guess I can cross making out with my dead body and becoming a mermaid off of my bucket list, though.
  • Normal Girl: *sighs*
It happens. It happens every day. People grow apart. Friends walk hand in hand until they find that their parts no longer intertwine. Lovers kiss to notice that this kiss that once meant weak knees and beating hearts no longer tastes of sweet love but of bitter goodbye. You once poured your heart out to the boy who was your best friend but when you see him again, it’s like the silence swallows you whole and you can’t think of one word to say. So you stare and stare and try to figure out what happened to create this chasm, this black abyss that opened up between you. And most of the time it’s not an argument that tore you apart but life itself. It’s you and it’s them. You changed. You grew up. You made decisions. You moved on. Things that used to mean the world now mean nothing and people that used to make you feel like you could climb the highest mountain now make you feel like drowning at the bottom of the sea. And that’s okay. Because people come and people go and it happens for a reason. Some friendships aren’t meant to last a lifetime, some people can’t be kept, some relationships aren’t worth holding on to. So let go. If they don’t make you happy anymore, let them go.
—  changing and moving on
n.j.
And when you see those good things—and I promise you, there are so many good things—they’re going to be so much brighter for you than they are for other people, just like the abyss always seems deeper and bigger when you stare at it. If you stick it out, it’s all going to feel worth it in the end. Every moment you live, every darkness you face, they’ll all feel worth it when you’re staring light in the face.
—  Emily Henry, The Love That Split the World
And when you see those good things—and I promise you, there are so many good things—they’re going to be so much brighter for you than they are for other people, just like the abyss always seems deeper and bigger when you stare at it. If you stick it out, it’s all going to feel worth it in the end. Every moment you live, every darkness you face, they’ll all feel worth it when you’re staring light in the face.
—  Emily Henry, The Love That Split the World

anonymous asked:

relationship/crush hcs with roadhog

Crush hc road

-if he has a crush on you he would be the weirdest living thing in the universe, actually more like in excistance.


-when he’s anywhere near you he will typically just stand by you and be this like.. Protective statue in a way.


-“hey. Road. Whatchu doing?” “Uh.. Just standing here.” He always replies with his awkward staring into the abyss so he doesn’t look at you and get all flustered and red. 


-he will also ask if you need or want anything about every half hour. (He’s really trying not to make his crush noticeable I swear.)


-you end up having to tell him at some point you know about his little crush. After minutes of denial and acting dumb he finally stays quiet and put a shame face while looking at the ground.


-once you admit your feelings though the big guy is just wayyyyy too happy for anyone’s good. He quickly runs up to hug you and peck your for head. Believe it or not he’s actually a real softy.


-when its already official and you two are together expect a very loving and protective boyfriend of mister road.


-he will pretty much always ask if you need anything when he’s around or check up on you just because he wants to. (He’s random and weird so..)


-but if he gets too too clingy and you let him know he will give you some space to breathe. But still keeping a watchful eye on you.


-for real though he has a strange habit of getting very defense of people he loves or cares about. He is even like this with junkrat.


-anyways next point. Even though its so bad of him, he will steal things you either can’t buy or just simply look at. I swear he does this in the nicest way.


-he’s also a major cuddler so be aware of extreme cuddle sessions. Like seriously extreme. Especially in bed or while watching movies.

Rules: Put your music on shuffle, list the first 9 songs and your favourite lyrics from each. Then tag 9 people to participate!

1. Helplessness Blues (Fleet Foxes) - if I know only one thing, it’s that everything that I see, of the world outside is so inconceivable, often I barely can speak

2. Animal Fear (Marika Hackman) - I could land on my feet if I tried, I’ve never jumped a chasm so wide, and made it to the opposite side

3. When my time comes (DAWES) - Well you can judge the whole world on the sparkle that you think it lacks. Yes, you can stare into the abyss, but it’s starin’ right back.

4. Moon Shines Red (Jamie McDell) - And the moon shines red tonight, as I break your heart and sever mine.

5. Old Pine (Ben Howard) - Smoke in my lungs, the echoed stone. Careless and young, free as the birds that fly, with weightless souls now.

6. Upside Down (Jack Johnson) - And as the surface breaks, reflections fade. But in someways the remains the same. And as my mind begins to spread its wings, there’s no stoppin’ curiosity.

7. Meet me in the woods (Lord Huron) - I took a little journey to the unknown. And I come back changed, I can feel feel it in bones

8. Evergreen (Ben Howard) - Built a world without true love, now I’m all out at sea

9. Timshel (Mumford and Sons) - Death is at your doorstep. And it will steal your innocence, but it will not steal your substance

I tag @eatijin @plantsarehardcore @pixelrainbowroad @whenyourejustpeachy + anyone who sees this

Papa

He was man of wit and wisdom. A human being, who was the personification of a bustling party. The type of man who could make you laugh when you only wanted to cry.

But in his senior year’s his mind eroded and his personality disappeared into the dark abyss. He forgot my identity and I suddenly became an incomprehensible stranger staring back at him.

Now he is passed on. No longer on earth, but only the diseased mind he developed is truly dead. His true character is still alive and roaring in my mind. I know his vision is no longer hazy and he is looking down on me, remembering his granddaughter.

I miss you.

@barefootrapunzel

6

Alphys is suicidal. Without Undyne, she would have killed herself. If Mettaton dies or Undyne dies she does kill herself unless you get the near genocide ending. It’s something that a lot of players never understand despite all the dialogue and direct hints.

When you call Undyne in the dump she talks about how she first met Alphys in the dump staring silently and contemplatively into the abyss. Undyne talks to her about what’s down there, and Aphys gets to talk about all her theories, and their friendship begins. If Undyne never talked to her, she would have jumped.

She says the above dialogue during the true lab.
If you kill Mettaton and go back to her Lab, it’s closed and there is no response. She has committed suicide.
On the Mettaton neutral ending, he admits he didn’t treat Alphys very well, and when he went back to apologize and ask for her help leading the underground, but he couldn’t find her anymore.

In another neutral ending, Undyne is depressed after Alphys commits suicide and Asgore is killed. Papyrus begs you to bring her friends back from whatever you did to them. But it’s too late. Alphys is the only main character you cannot fight or kill directly (Sans being actually dead after losing the fight is debatable). The only way to kill her is to cause her to commit suicide. It’s one of the darkest thing you can do in the game.

You have quite the small eyes that when you smile, they both seem to be closed. They cower away whenever you laugh. But as soon as you open them, my heart flutters as I gaze at the sparkles that dwell within your dark irises. I see wonders whenever I stare into your dark abyss-esque orbs, wonders that I never knew my poor slightly-dysfunctional eyes could notice. And it gives the pained feeling in my chest the thought that everything is fleeting. And so could you. Then, I realized those eyes are the very ones I want to see first thing every morning when I wake up.

Your lips often tend to dry out as you always tell me. I see you often times anxious and biting them unconsciously, even peeling off some skin from it. But no matter what, I’d never be reluctant when it comes to kissing you. The touch of your kissable lips against mine is what I yearn for. Allow me to bite them for you, and I’ll see to it that you’ll get addicted to me and with how I shall passionately remove your air.

Your skin’s rough and flawed, covered with marks and scars you’ve acquired through the years. But believe me when I say, I would want to do nothing more than caress each of your flaws. They’re a part of you. Some, even older than when we first met. That’s why if I was granted permission, I’d kiss and caress you all over to show how much I love you, even all the parts of you that existed before I came along.

You dress what most girls would probably consider blandly and you don’t even, for the most parts, act like a lady. From time to time, you get inexplicably worried with how people see you, only to shrug it off a few moments later. You’re the perfect balance between insecurity and confidence. You dress and act simple, and I like that.

But if there’s a part of you that I love more than all the rest, it would be your thoughts. I never thought I’d meet someone who had the same mind as I have; I never thought I’d be able to click with anyone other than physically. But holy fuck, you came along and made it possible. I was both physically and intellectually attracted to you in an instant and none of it is in exaggeration. I was pulled in by your deep thinking and with how you managed to perceive the world. I can’t believe I got hauled in by something that is abstract. But you did. And now I’m here.

—  To sum it all up, to my senses, you are perfect. And that’s all that matters.

What is the feeling when there’s simply no feelings left?

When you walk into a room, empty.
Desolate.
Stare into its white walls like the eyes of a lover.
Lost in an abyss of nothingness.
Craving a landscape of no one.

Look down at the puce floorboard
And think
Wow
Isn’t this- empty…
There’s no emotion left.
No opinion.

In the doorway to the room of nothingness you dropped something.


Sanity.

—  The Room of Nothingness

anonymous asked:

you have a book???? since i love tlc so much i want to read your book

Oh boy. Well, I’ll link you to it, although fair warning: I wrote the first draft as a junior in high school, and although I picked at it later, it’s never going to be a masterful work of fiction. I mostly put it up because I am physically incapable of letting go of something and not revising it constantly if it is somewhere where I can’t touch it anymore. That’s why I put it at the lowest price Amazon would let me. 

Here’s the origin story on my writing blog so you know what you’re getting into. There are some other posts about it in its tag. And here’s the Amazon link.  

(EDIT: I also have a kat writes tag if you want to see short original stuff I’ve done over the years mixed with a bunch of complaining.)

I want your cold sweaty palms and your nonchalant laughs during winter midnights when everything seems so gloomy.
I want your husky and mellifluous morning voice, rosy cheeks and soft skin.
I want your insouciance at the middle of the day when sun rays act like rain drops that kisses your skin.
I want your sugar soaked stares, black as an abyss hair.
I want your warm and gentle hands, your ruby lips and the scars on your arms.
I want your lethargy and languor nights, when all you feel is weariness and apathy.
I want your scarred brave soul, your genuine and benevolent heart.
I just want you,
every hour
of every day
of my life.
—  a.r., 25th hour

kat-lo-ren  asked:

Grace is rolling into your inbox from her main blog 16, 21, 39

*waves* hiiiiii Grace’s main blog


16. How do you feel about character death in fic?

If it’s done well, I am 100000% here for it. I don’t feel “cheated” or get angry at the author for doing what they saw fit to a story. I’d also be p hypocritical if I were against it

21. How and when did you get introduced to smut fic? Any horror stories? 

*eyes go blank as I stare into the abyss* Back in my day, there were stories with “lemon chapters” that were skippable, mostly for us middle school youngins. 

 Oddly enough, the first smut story I read was entirely crack - jayfeather x stick, for my fellow warriorcats fans. 

39. Favorite AU fic?

Of all time, or just reylo? 

Of all time: My Girlfriend, Who Lives in Canada - Kingdom Hearts (it’s so well done I’m not even ashamed to admit it, fam)

Swords of Solace - Strange Magic (LITERALLY GO READ IT)

Reylo: Tomb Reyder, IAmLokiLocked


Watch your thoughts in the dark
They’ll drag you down to the deep blue sea
Stare it down, the abyss
Run away, run away from it
Snuff it out at the wick
Run away, run away from it
With broken hearts, how could we fear
Anything for a thousand years
When I move it pulls me closer
When I swim it drags me under
When I dream it steals my wonder
Set me free from my slumber
Stare it down, the abyss
Run away, run away from it
It hurts to love when i remember
We were born unto chaos
When I move it pulls me closer
When I swim it drags me under
When I dream it steals my wonder
Then sets me free from my slumber