So I just realized that I hadn’t been on here in a long time, and I wanted to let anyone who’s still following me know that I won’t be on here at all anymore. So, in case anyone wants to contact me, you can do so here (x).
Casual reminder to Anna to listen to her mum and not go on tumblr when she’s sick and emotional.
The Girl | 16 | Inkworld (Read in from The Road) | FC: Shailene Woodley
For as long as she can remember, she’s been running. From what? Or to what? Well, of that she was never quite certain. Starvation, the people with the knifes and the crazed eyes, death, they were normal, expected even. They were not what drove her forward. Yet the people she traveled with, her family, if she could still call them that, always were seeking something more. Hope, home, things that she could never quite grasp the meaning of. Yet they were talked about as if she was expected to know what they meant. No matter that she couldn’t remember the time before this, the things they talked about when the nights wore too long with hunger and pain. Huddled around a tiny fire, if they were daring, or wrapped in blankets when they were not.
To her, this was all there ever had been, and all there ever would be. And she wasn’t cut out for it, not in the least. But that didn’t matter because you had to survive, and she’d learned that before she could even really talk. Her parents, the real ones, or at least, the first ones she could remember, had been scavengers. Making their life through following the families that seemed to be nice and have food around, and it had been her job to go up to them and beg for the morsels they had to spare. Obediently bringing them back to her parents when she was done. But that couldn’t last for long, and they’d all been aware of that. The last cans of food disappearing along with any of the kindness that had remained and they were truly on their own now and they didn’t need her to make their journey slower.
She’d woken up on morning, shivering, the smallest blanket wrapped around her along with one final can of peaches, her favorite. Nothing to even remember them by. It didn’t really surprise her, and she’d thought that she really would die this time around. There was no way she’d be able to survive on her own. She’d been lucky though, the first group of people that passed her not ruthless and cold, but a family with two young children of their own. They didn’t need to take her in, but somehow they formed a group of the disheartened people who didn’t really belong here, picking up strangers as they went and trying to share the little food that they could and it had been tolerable. Almost, at least. She always assumed that this was the most she could hope for, safety and some security coming through them even through the nights when she didn’t eat and where every sound made her flinch in worry. But it couldn’t last, nothing could last in this wasteland and soon enough even they couldn’t find enough food to get by and the savages that resorted to more desperate means to survive seemed to be growing stronger by the day and there was nothing she wished more for than to be able to escape.
YES I WILL OMG I COME ON EVERYDAY AND I DONT EVEN CARE ABOUT SLEEP ANYMORE I JUST -LOVES ON- YOU’RE SO LUCKY OMG I’D LIKE FAINT IF I EVER GOT TICKETS TO A TSWIFT CONCERT + ED SHEERAN AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
I PRACTICALLY FORCED MY PARENTS TO HELP ME GET THEM A YEAR AGO WHEN THEY WENT ON SALE. AND I CAN’T BELIEVE I’M ACTUALLY GOING. I REALLY HOPE SHE BRINGS THE RED TOUR TO YOU TOO, BECAUSE THAT WOULD BE AMAZING. AND MAYBE ED SHEERAN WILL COME TOO <3