“I feel unspeakably lonely. And I feel - drained. It is a blank state of mind and soul I cannot describe to you as I think it would not make any difference. Also it is a very private feeling I have - that of melting into a perpetual nervous breakdown. I am often questioning myself what I further want to do, who I further wish to be; which parts of me, exactly, are still functioning properly. No answers, darling. At all.”—Anne Sexton, A Self-Portrait In Letters (via avvfvl)
“Maybe we’ll meet again, when we are slightly older and our minds less hectic, and I’ll be right for you and you’ll be right for me. But right now, I am chaos to your thoughts and you are poison to my heart.”—
In my story, one of my main characters in in a building when it explodes and another is outside. I've tried to search the effects and damages done by explosions, but all I'm finding is stuff about nuclear bombs. I'm looking for information on much smaller explosives. Do you have any references or tips? (I love your blog, by the way)
If you watch the news, you will have seen at least once the devastation left behind by air bombing, car bombs and bombs that have been detonated inside of buildings. In fact, the best way to get a look at the effects of bomb blasts is to review cases from the past, for all it’s absolutely horrifying that we have these kind of ‘resources’ to draw upon in the first place.
Here are some pictures of the damage done to buildings after bomb attacks:
Picture One - Two powerful car bombs killed at least six people outside a Baghdad interior ministry building… (November, 2005) x
Picture Two - US and Saudi personnel survey the damage to Khobar towers caused by the explosion of a fuel truck… (June, 1996) x
Picture Three - Damaged building left for thirteen years after NATO bombings in Belgrade, Serbia (June, 2012) x
Picture Four - A car bombing attack known as the Omagh bombing, Ireland (August, 1998) x
Look at these images and any others you can find (Google brought up a tonne) and draw similarities between them. Bombs tear through entire structures. There is nearly always death involved as well as severe injury to those within the vicinity of the attack. The after affects to those caught up in an explosion can vary from Post Traumatic Stress Disorder to severe burns and the worsening of pre-existing health conditions.
At the very least you’ll get out of an explosion with minor damage to your airways from the smoke inhalation and air pressure. Here are some more resources I found through Google:
“Under his helmet, up against his pack,
After so many days of work and waking,
Sleep took him by the brow and laid him back.
There, in the happy no-time of his sleeping,
Death took him by the heart. There heaved a quaking
Of the aborted life within him leaping,
Then chest and sleepy arms once more fell slack.
And soon the slow, stray blood came creeping
From the intruding lead, like ants on track.
Whether his deeper sleep lie shaded by the shaking
Of great wings, and the thoughts that hung the stars,
High-pillowed on calm pillows of God’s making,
Above these clouds, these rains, these sleets of lead,
And these winds’ scimitars,
- Or whether yet his thin and sodden head
Confuses more and more with the low mould,
His hair being one with the grey grass
Of finished fields, and wire-scrags rusty-old,
Who knows? Who hopes? Who troubles? Let it pass!
He sleeps. He sleeps less tremulous, less cold,
Than we who wake, and waking say Alas!”—Asleep (November 14, 1917), Wilfred Owen. (via the-library-and-step-on-it)
“Your soulmate is not someone that comes into your life peacefully. It is who comes to make you question things, who changes your reality, somebody that marks a before and after in your life. It is not the human being everyone has idealized, but an ordinary person, who manages to revolutionize your world in a second …”—Anonymous (via scatteredneedles)
A kingdom of corpses.
His name too heavy in my mouth.
What do we become in death?
What do we keep once we are ghosts?
The blood under my fingernails.
His crooked teeth.
Searching for happiness in the threads of his hands.
A love that burned alive.
A love that is still bursting in my hollow chest.
A love that was never enough.
What do you do when you’re alone in the darkness?
Wait for him,
I’ll wait forever if I must.
Were you ever able to name one hero who was happy?
“Sometimes when I see my companions lying asleep or resting, rolled in their blankets, their faces turned to earth or hidden in the folds, for a moment I wonder whether they are alive or dead. For at any hour I may come upon them, and find that long silence descended over them, — their faces grey and disfigured, — dark stains of blood soaking through their torn garments, — all their hope & merriment snuffed out for ever.”—