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no thoughts. head empty.

no thoughts. head empty. | Just to clear up my last post, I'm not kms, I'm just able to post. Image is unrelated. | image tagged in no thoughts head empty | made w/ Imgflip meme maker

by .-Lambert-. in MS_memer_group

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no thoughts. head empty.

no thoughts. head empty. | What are your opinions on me? (I know this account in particular is new) | image tagged in no thoughts head empty | made w/ Imgflip meme maker

by .-Lambert-. in MS_memer_group

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no thoughts. head empty.

no thoughts. head empty. | THE LIGHT FROM FIREFLIES
THE DAYS LIVING BY THE WOODS WERE THE ONES HE REMEMBERED BEST. THEY WERE THE ONES HE THOUGHT THE MOST FONDLY OF WHEN HE REFLECTED ON HIS CHILDHOOD. EVERYDAY HE’D GO OUT ONTO THE HILL BY THE RIVER CARRYING A SIMPLE TUNA SANDWICH WITH A TOOTHPICK AND AN OLIVE. HE’D GO UNTIL HE SAW THE CATTAILS ON THE BANK, AND HE LAY WHERE HE COULD JUST BARELY SEE THE BASS IN THE CRYSTAL CLEAR LAKE. THE GRASS REACHED UP TOWARDS HIM, GRIPPING THEM COMFORTABLY, AS IF MOTHER NATURE WAS GIVING HIM A HUG. AN OCCASIONAL CURIOUS FROG WOULD HOP ON BY, BUT WOULD QUICKLY SCAMPER AWAY WHEN HE MOVED. HE WOULD TAKE A BITE OR TWO, STARING UP AT THE STARS AND LISTENING TO THE CHORUS OF CRICKETS AND TOADS. HE’D TEAR OFF A PIECE OF HIS SANDWICH, THROWING ONE FOR THE CATFISH, AND ONE FOR HIMSELF. ONCE HE WAS DONE, HE ATE THE OLIVE OFF THE TOOTHPICK, THEN STUCK IT IN THE GROUND WITH ALL THE OTHER ONES, LIKE A FIELD OF TOOTHPICK FLOWERS. HE WOULD STRETCH OUT ONTO THE FIELD AND CLOSE HIS EYES, BREATHING IN FOR A COUNT OF FOUR, AND BREATHING OUT FOR A COUNT OF FOUR. THE WOODS FELT LIKE IT BREATHED WITH HIM AS THE TREES SWAYED IN AND OUT. THE WOODS NEVER JUDGED HIM, THE FROGS NEVER JUDGED HIM, THE WATER, THE FISH, THE STARS, THE SKY…
NONE OF THEM JUDGED HIM LIKE THE REST OF THE WORLD DID. THE HILL WAS HIS SECRET SPOT OF SOLITUDE, WHERE NO ONE ELSE KNEW ABOUT OR WAS ALLOWED TO BE.
HIS PARENTS WOULD ALWAYS ASK HIM WHY HE WAS SO TIRED IN THE MORNING.
“I JUST HAVE TROUBLE SLEEPING” HE’D SAY, AND THEN THEY’D TAKE HIM TO THE DOCTOR TO BE CHECKED OUT AND LOSE A DAY OF SCHOOL. IT’S NOT LIKE HE WANTED TO BE IN SCHOOL, BUT MISSING IT AND THEN HAVING A TON OF STUFF TO CATCH UP ON WAS LESS PLEASANT THAN HAVING TO BE THERE FOR SEVEN HOURS. THE DOCTOR WOULD CHECK HIM UP AND DOWN, TELL HIS PARENTS HE WAS FINE, AND SEND THEM ON THEIR MERRY WAY.
THIS CYCLE CONTINUED FOR MANY, MANY MONTHS, BEFORE HIS PARENTS CAUGHT ON THAT HE WAS SNEAKING OUT OF THE HOUSE, AND THEY LOCKED HIM UP IN HIS ROOM AT NIGHT. HE FELT TRAPPED IN HIS PRISON OF THOUGHTS. THE BARS ON THE WINDOW MADE HIM FEEL LIKE A CAPTIVE OF WAR, STOLEN FROM HIS HOMELAND AND CONTAINED WITHIN UNPLEASANT TERRITORY. BUT THE FIREFLIES STILL SHOWED THROUGH HIS WINDOW. THEY GLEAMED THROUGH THE BROWN MILKY GLASS, REFLECTING OFF HIS EYES, AND HE COULD ONLY ENVY THEM, FOR THEY HAD NO IDEA OF THE FREEDOM THEY HAD.
ONE NIGHT, THE FIREFLIES HAD COME MUCH CLOSER TO HIS WINDOW. THEY WERE SWARMING IT, SPINNING AROUND, AND DOING ALL SORTS OF PANICKED MOTIONS. SO HE CAREFULLY UNSCREWED THE BARS ON HIS WINDOW, CLIMBED OUT, AND FOLLOWED THEM OUT INTO THE FOREST, CLOAKED WITH HIS BLANKET. HE FOLLOWED THE TRAIL OF FIREFLIES THAT ACTED LIKE HAND RAILING ON THE LEFT AND RIGHT SIDES OF HIM. THEY DID LITTLE TO LIGHT UP EVERYTHING ELSE, SO HE HAD TO SQUINT TO MAKE SURE HE WASN’T GOING TO STEP ON ANYTHING THAT WAS LIVING OR DANGEROUS. HE KEPT WALKING, UNTIL HE CAME ACROSS A DEER BEING CIRCLED BY THE FIREFLIES, LYING ON THE GROUND, NOT ASLEEP, BUT WOUNDED. HE INHALED SHARPLY, AS BLOOD WAS GENTLY POURING OUT ITS SIDE. HE DIDN’T KNOW WHAT TO DO, HE’D NEVER SEEN A WOUNDED ANIMAL, NOR HAD HE EVER TRIED TO SAVE ONE. HE COVERED THE WOUND WITH HIS BLANKET, AND GENTLY PRESSED, HOPING THE BLOOD WOULD STOP COMING OUT. HE KNEELED THERE FOR WHAT SEEMED LIKE DAYS, BUT IT WASN’T HELPING; THE BLOOD WOULDN’T STOP COMING OUT. EVENTUALLY IT DID, BUT THE DEER WAS TOO DESATURATED FOR IT TO HAVE BEEN ALIVE. HE LOOKED AT HIS BLANKET, WHAT WAS ONCE LIGHT BLUE WAS NOW A BROWNED VIOLET. HE CRIED, KNELT THERE ON THE DIRT, THE WET, COLD, MESSY DIRT THAT SEEMED TO GRIP HIM THROUGH HIS PANTS. HE COULDN’T HELP IT. THEN SOMEONE PUT THEIR HAND ON HIS SHOULDER. HE TURNED QUICKLY, TO SEE A SPECTRAL FIGURE. THEY HAD MOSTLY HUMAN FEATURES, EXCEPT FOR A LARGE SET OF ANTLERS ON THEIR HEAD THAT HAD MOSS AND VINES HOUSED UPON IT.
“WORRY NOT.” THEY SAID, LEANING DOWN WITH HIM. HE WAS SO CONFUSED AND MESMERIZED AT THE SAME TIME. WHO WAS THIS PERSON? WHAT DID THEY WANT? WHAT WERE THEY DOING OUT HERE AT NIGHT?
“MIGHT I SEE THAT?” THEY ASKED, HOLDING OUT THEIR HAND AND GESTURING TOWARDS HIS BLANKET.
“YOU’RE NOT GOING TO TAKE IT, ARE YOU?” HE SAID WARILY, PULLING HIS BLANKET CLOSER.
“OF COURSE NOT.” THEY SAID, LAUGHING A SMALL BIT AT HIS IMMEDIATE CONCERN.
HE HANDED THEM HIS BLANKET, STILL CYNICAL. THEY HELD IT GENTLY, STROKED IT A BIT, AND HANDED IT BACK. WHEN HE TOOK IT, HE WAS SHOCKED TO FIND THAT THERE WAS NO LONGER A STAIN OF BLOOD ON THE BLANKET.
“WOAH,” HE SAID, AMAZED. “HOW DID YOU DO THAT?”
“I WILL NEVER TELL,” THEY SAID. “BUT YOU MUST UNDERSTAND LITTLE ONE, THAT NOT ALL THINGS ARE PERMANENT.”
“WHAT DO YOU MEAN?” HE ASKED, CURIOUSLY.
“DO YOU SEE THESE FIREFLIES?” THEY ASKED.
“YEAH.”
“FIREFLIES DON’T LIVE VERY LONG, ONLY FOR A MONTH OR TWO, THEN THEY DIE, AND THE CYCLE WILL REPEAT,” THEY EXPLAINED. “BUT FOR THAT BRIEF LIFE, FOR THAT SMALL FRACTION OF THEIR EXISTENCE, THEY LIVE IT TO THEIR FULL. THEY IMMEDIATELY BEGIN TO SHINE BRIGHTLY, ATTEMPTING TO FIND THEIR MATE. THEY DON’T CARE IF THEY DON’T FIND ONE IN A DAY, THEY ALWAYS HAVE TOMORROW. EVENTUALLY, THEY WILL FIND ONE. IT’S INEVITABLE. BUT THEY WILL GET BACK UP OVER AND OVER AGAIN WHEN THEY FAIL, NOT GIVING A CARE IN THE WORLD ABOUT WHAT ALL THE OTHER FIREFLIES THINK, BECAUSE THEY WILL BE GONE IN NOTHING BUT A FEW DAYS, SO ALLOWING THE THOUGHTS OF OTHERS TO IMPEDE ON THEIR PROGRESS WOULD BE BAD. YOU SHOULDN’T LET OTHERS SLOW YOU DOWN JUST BECAUSE THEY JUDGE YOU.”
HE WAS ABOUT TO ASK THEM HOW THAT WAS SUPPOSED TO MAKE HIM FEEL BETTER ABOUT THE DEER BEING DEAD, BUT THEY WERE NO LONGER THERE. INSTEAD, THE DEER THAT HAD DIED, WAS STANDING UP, NO LONGER WOUNDED. HE WAS STARTLED A BIT, BUT THE DEER WASN’T SCARED AWAY BY HIS SUDDEN MOVEMENT. INSTEAD, IT CROUCHED LOWER, BOWING ITS HEAD, AND INVITING THE CHILD TO MOUNT IT. ALTHOUGH HE WAS HESITANT, HE RELUCTANTLY GOT ON, AND THE DEER WALKED SLOWLY TOWARDS HIS HOME. THE FIREFLIES WERE STILL THERE TO GUIDE HIM AND THE DEER HOME. HE GOT OFF, CLIMBED BACK UP TO HIS WINDOW, AND WENT BACK TO BED.
HE EVENTUALLY MOVED OUT AND WENT TO COLLEGE, GOT A JOB, GOT MARRIED, HAD KIDS, AND WATCHED THEM DO THE SAME THINGS HE DID. HE HAD GROWN OLD, HIS SPOUSE HAD PASSED, HIS KIDS HAD KIDS, AND EVEN THEY HAD KIDS. BUT HE STILL NEVER FORGOT ABOUT THE DEER AND THE FIGURE. HE SAT ON HIS PORCH, SLIGHTLY ROCKING BACK AND FORTH ON HIS CHAIR, WHEN HIS GRANDDAUGHTER CAME BACK TO THE PORCH. SHE WAS WEARING A BASEBALL SHIRT, HAT, GLOVE, AND EVEN MARKINGS BELOW HER EYES. DRAGGING HER BAT BEHIND HER, HER HEAD DROOPED DOWN TO THE POINT THAT THE HOOD OF THE BASEBALL CAP COVERED HER FACE.
“HEY NOW,” HE SAID, LOOKING OVER TOWARDS HER. “WHAT’S THE MATTER?”
“THE OTHER KIDS TOLD ME I STINK,” SHE SAID, SITTING ON THE PORCH STEPS, KEEPING HER HEAD LIFTED WITH HER HANDS. “THEY SAID I CAN’T PLAY BASEBALL BECAUSE I’M A GIRL.”
“AND WHY DOES THAT HAVE TO STOP YOU?” HE ASKED.
“I…UH…” SHE STARTED. “I DON’T KNOW GRANDPA, IT JUST DOES..”
“COME HERE,” HE SAID, STRETCHING OUT HIS ARMS. SHE RELUCTANTLY CAME TOWARDS HIM. HE PICKED UP AND PLACED HER ON HIS LAP. “OOF! YOU’RE GETTING BIG.”
SHE SLIGHTLY SMILED AT THAT. “THAT’S RIGHT GRANDPA,” SHE SAID PROUDLY. “I’M NOT A LITTLE GIRL ANYMORE, I’M A BIG GIRL.”
“I THOUGHT YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO BE GRUMPY.” HE SAID, PLAYFULLY POKING HER IN THE RIBS. SHE WENT BACK TO A POUTING FACE, CROSSING HER ARMS AND SLOUCHING.
“ALRIGHT THEN GRUMPAPOTAMUS,” HE SAID. “HAVE I EVER TOLD YOU ABOUT WHEN I WAS LITTLE, AND USED TO GO OUT INTO THE WOODS AT NIGHT?”
“NO.”
“WELL THEN I’VE GOT A STORY FOR YOU…”; I'm going to go to bed, but before I leave, I gift you with two things I made. (You'll have to read the image description for the second one) | image tagged in no thoughts head empty | made w/ Imgflip meme maker

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