You never broke me, you know? When you broke my heart, you unknowingly taught me to stand on my own two feet. You taught me I could love someone through absence, indifference and distance, you showed me that love doesn’t necessarily need to be returned to be in invincible. You saved me. And for that, thank you.
lightingupthemoon (via wnq-writers)
My mind drifts aimlessly
I stumble on my own thoughts
I come across so many memories
And then wish that I had not
Because most of those memories
Consist of so many people that left
Which causes all those memories
to rip holes in my chest
Until once again,
I’m bent over sobbing
Trying to hold the broken pieces
of myself together.
sane-enough (via wnq-writers)
There is a place in the heart that will never be filled; a space. And even during the best moments, and the greatest times, we will know it.
Charles Bukowski
(via parasitiisms)
Letting go of somebody you truly love is not like burning a picture or closing a door-
It’s drifting away on a sailboat as they’re forced to stand ashore and watch you leave them.
It’s allowing the lazy current to carry you away as you witness the agony and pain etched on their face.
It’s screaming apologies across the vastness of the ocean even though you know they can no longer hear you.
And it leaves you gazing at the horizon, longing for that shore, wondering if you’ll ever see it again.
Z.M. (via wnq-writers)
I just need to be mad for a little while, okay? I know it might not be the most mature thing, but there it is.
Cynthia Hand, Unearthly
(via screwfears)
WHAT THEY SMELL LIKE.harper smells like the crisp burning of firewood; bitter yet pleasing. her skin is laced with the stench of her gun, of the oil it rested in, and the powder of the bullets. for herself, she smells nothing like home– nothing like the soap and flowers of her mother or the dullness of her father. she almost prefers it that way. mixed together, the two (firewood and gunpowder) aren’t exactly disgusting but they make an interesting combination.
HOW THEY SLEEP ( sleeping position, schedule, etc ). since mount weather, she’s found it difficult to sleep on her side so she’s settled for lying on her back, spread out amongst her sheets. though she loves her rest the girl prefers to stay up until late and rise early– especially if she has guard duty.
WHAT MUSIC THEY ENJOY. though she’ll never admit it, harper loves taylor swift. maybe it’s the whole ‘badass female singing sensation’ thing but the girl is super talented. other than that, 'echosmith’ and shaun mendes are her all time favourites.
HOW MUCH TIME THEY SPEND EVERY MORNING GETTING READY. i would say ten to fifteen minutes. it’s usually her simple routine: throw a few braids into her messy hair, tug her headband over her head and pull on whatever clothes she’s wearing. most of the time she’ll pick them up off the floor of her tent and tug them sleepily over her head, disguising her subtle winces of pain. after that, watch out world.
FAVORITE THING TO COLLECT. whenever they lose someone she carves their initials into a bullet and keeps it with her. the ones she was closer to are kept within the safety of her pocket while the ones of strangers have found residence within a small pack that’s kept in her tent. after mount weather, however, she had to start all over again. harper has two special ones that she managed to carry with her during the fight against the grounders– each of them read L.H. and S.H.
LEFT OR RIGHT HANDED: she favours her left hand when holding her gun but with writing and other strenuous tasks, the right hand is the way to go. both her parents were left-handed, as rare as it is, and she seems to typically switch between using the two depending on how she feels.
RELIGION (if any). harper doesn't really believe in a higher power but if she did, she would probably look up to clarke. the girl has saved them far too many times to count and she’s thankful for that; more than anyone probably ever knows.
FAVORITE SPORT(S). (modern)while she favours firearms herself, harper is fond of archery. whenever there’s an event or a training day, almost 100% guarantee you’ll find her drooling over a bow while her gun withers away at her house. she also enjoys basketball [she’s naturally talented at it for whatever reason] and roller/ice-skating.
(canon) harper enjoys swimming while on earth and even though the water frightens her after hearing of octavia’s run in with the vicious sea-monster, she would risk it. the teenager has spent far too long trapped in the sky to worry about getting hurt anymore. one more year on that ship and she would’ve been floated so it’s worth the risk.
FAVORITE TOURISTY THING TO DO WHEN TRAVELING. (modern) she is a huge fan of taking stupid pictures of practically nothing, whether it be building, food, clothing, natives or statues/landmarks. most of the time harper’s camera roll is full of selfies of her being a complete idiot or photos of her friends being equally idiotic..
FAVORITE KIND OF WEATHER. the best kind of weather is when it’s not raining but it’s not overly sunny either and the clouds are just overhead. whether she just enjoys the gloom of the day or not getting sunburnt, she doesn’t know.
WEIRD/OBSCURE FEAR THEY HAVE. (canon) okay so it’s not really weird but she’s always terrified that one day she’s going to wake up and they’ll be dragging her from her cell to be floated. when she had been arrested the girl had accepted her death because there was no possible way she could ever escape what they had planned for her but now on earth, the teenager still fears the possibility of it all being a dream [maybe even heaven].
THE CARNIVAL/ARCADE GAME THEY ALWAYS WIN WITHOUT FAIL. that stupid game with the clowns where you have to shoot the water into their mouths. she’s pretty sure her friends invite her to fairs just so she can win them stuff. maybe it’s because harper has always been good with a gun but whatever.
repost with the information of your muse, including headcanons, etc. If you fail to achieve some of the facts, add some other of your own! When you’re done, tag 15 other people to do the same!
tagged by the amazing imnobodysson
Name: Harper, Unknown (first is last)
Age: seventeen
Species: human, sky person
Gender: female
Sex: female
Orientation: greysexual, biromantic
Profession: full-time goddess N/A
Hair: blonde
Eyes: hazel
Height: 5′5
Weight: 120LBS
Siblings: N/A
Parents: deceased
Grandparents: deceased
Other Relatives: N/A
Any Pets?: N/A.
Abilities: good aim (??)
Hobbies: shooting, playing cards.
—— Positive ——
friendly, kind-hearted, selfless, brave.
—— Negative ——
stubborn, shy, sarcastic, restless.
Colors: purple, orange and green.
Smells: the air just before rain, the cracked burning of a campfire or wet firewood, wild flowers (which are plentiful on earth) or fresh dirt.
Drinks: water, tea.
Alcoholic Beverages?: very rarely.
Smokes?: no.
Drugs: once.
Driver License: yes (modern verse only)
Ever Been Arrested?: yes (main verse only)
DONE! Now tag 15 some other people to do it!: notyourcoachfinstock | furiosareyes | ofdoeeyes | aeronautix | portectorisms | torturxdforhxr | brxkenhart | mutekillcr | beweaks | aboycries | toprovoke | viiriidii | kleiinevos
I am not okay, but not okay is how I’ve learned to live.
Don’t be fooled, M. L. L. (via mechaniism)
I’ve never been good with speaking.
I stutter too much, lose my thoughts,
And even if I know what I’m saying,
I really don’t know how to explain it.
I chose the pen over my mouth,
But at that, there was a cost.
Hardly anyone listens, let alone hears,
Because I can’t speak it aloud,
And words on paper just aren’t enough.
PSB, “Even When Writing,” People Don’t Listen” (via wnq-writers)
i don’t remember
when my screams
turned into silence.
i don’t remember
why my vision
had gone black.
i don’t remember
where i dangled
off that edge.
all i remember is that i let go. | m.w. (via torturxdforhxr)
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