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bl00dfroma-fairy · 7 days
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deathgripsdog · 8 months
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tumblr pleading w me not to post this
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cheesee-cakee · 4 months
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untitled ii:
i wish you were him,
i wish all the lovely words were his,
i wish the kindness and affection you felt for me came from him.
i long for his touch,
i long for his smile and laugh,
i long for everything he is.
i cannot forget his joy,
i cannot forget the love he gave me,
i cannot forget him.
it breaks me, knowing i wont have him.
it breaks me, knowing he doesn't think of me.
it breaks me, to know that his love, his joy, his smile, his laugh, his touch, his sadness, and anger are going elsewhere.
i'd love to bear his struggles,
i'd love to shoulder the pain of this world with him.
i'd love to take away every piece of agony that is embedded into his soul, and intertwine it with mine.
i want to kiss his eyelids, let them close, and let him know that he doesnt have to struggle anymore, i will carry his affliction.
i want to kiss every inch of his soul and write love letters on his skin
i want to kiss him.
i want him and only him, i want him to come back and give me a chance.
please i am ready for you,
i will sacrifice everything and anything,
please come back.
i desperately look for your approval,
i desperately crave your conversations,
i desperately crave you.
i wish he was you, and i wish you were him.
i have settled,
but if he came back,
my deepest sympathies and condolences to your heart.
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majestic-oakenboner · 1 month
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Welp ao3 is down, welp guess I gotta work now
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youidiotwecouldbeenus · 5 months
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EVEN PINTEREST DOESN'T LOVE ME
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gale-gentlepenguin · 9 months
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ML AU but whenever Adrien’s sad. This music plays
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eternaldisguise · 16 days
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I was attached to a false hope...
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kiwicvts · 9 months
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In the realm of human emotions, sadness often stands as a formidable force that can infiltrate our very being. It is a state of mind that engulfs us, leaving no corner of our existence untouched. Today, I bring you a short poem that delves into the depths of sorrow and the overwhelming nature of its grip.
In the darkest corners of our soul, Sadness takes its heavy toll. Like a lingering fog on a desolate moor, It blankets our essence, seeping to the core.
With each passing moment, it tightens its hold, Constricting our thoughts, leaving us cold. The weight upon our shoulders, burdensome and vast, Sadness consumes us, an all-encompassing blast.
It wraps around our heart, squeezing it tight, Draining the colors, turning them to night. It whispers despair into our weary minds, Leaving no solace, no respite to find.
Like a relentless tide, it crashes and sways, Leaving us drowning in its melancholic haze. Its tendrils of sorrow, they curl and they creep, We struggle to break free, yet they continue to seep.
Oh, how it controls our every stride, Sadness, a relentless master, we can't hide. We yearn for escape, a fleeting reprieve, But in its clutches, we're destined to grieve.
As we navigate the complexities of life, let us not forget the immense power that sadness can hold over us. It is a force that demands acknowledgment and understanding. May we find solace in the knowledge that we are not alone in our struggles, and together, we can strive to find the light amidst the darkness.
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fanaticsnail · 4 months
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Ya know they just asked for x readers to be tagged properly because they don't enjoy reading them but still want people to post them
Why would you think that them asking for posts to be tagged equates to them saying your writing isn't worthy of being seen?
Hello, love!
If you read my latest reblog of the reblog (of the reblog of the blog {I know and I'm sorry}): the word "blacklist" made me feel like I had done something wrong.
A similar feeling of the like of a puppy that's chewed on a favourite slipper: ruining it for it's master. I don't know why, but I felt like I was personally corrupting some of the One-Piece magic for people by writing "x reader".
Just "blacklist" had me in a swirly-whirly mess of sorrow. It would've been more polite to say: "filter out" or "remove from my feed".
Truthfully, I don't know. I have been feeling a small amount of unworthy lately, and that post made my heart ache a little down the path leading to more sadness.
I made the executive and conscious decision to actively take the words (particularly "blacklist") to heart, which I understand was not the author's intention in the slightest.
It read to me like disapproval or repugnance at what I'd been producing to add my personal flavour profile into the fandom. I know it was not the intention, nor the vibe - it was an active choice my mind made to hold me hostage to the sad thoughts.
I have learnt from this encounter, and I am growing in knowledge of how truly diverse one-piece fandom preference is. We're all fans of this beautiful world Oda has created, it was just the feeling of: "yucking someone's yum" that had me feeling down.
To get myself out of the sad spiral: I got out of bed, had a black coffee, got in my best cottagecore outfit - and proceeded to ruin it by harvesting cucumbers and zucchinis in my backyard garden.
Thanks for your ask. I actively chose to read this with the flavour of compassion - as I would offer in the similar likeness in return.
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loonylupinblack3 · 9 months
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thinking about the fact that Harry was there for every one of the marauder's deaths 😢
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arinewman7 · 1 year
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Sadness and Sorrow
Photography by Tom Mc Nemar
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feelings-are-pain · 11 months
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! Warning Mentions of sensitive topics !
I stared out the window as she left, tears falling down my eyes.
He was gone.
He was gone...
The more I thought about it the more tears fell. I loved him. Why? It had been such a good day... for me. How long had he been alone? How long had he been suffering through them? How long had he been having the seizures?
I had been so excited when he was diagnosed. Now I had someone just like me! A diabetic! Of course, he would never truly understand my pain and I could never truly understand his. But either way, I had been so excited! Untill....
Until he started to not eat. He began to eat less and less and he began to loose an immense amount of weight. Soon he refused to eat at all.
I had to begin syringe feeding him. It was torture not only for me but also for him. Having to hold him securely- but not tightly- and shoving the syringe down his throat made me want to cry.
We knew it was the end.
One day, we went swimming at our favorite beach! I brought a friend and it took my mind off the situation... Until we got home again. My friend and I went into my room, laughing away. My sister soon frantically came into the room, looking for me. I hid. I thought it'd be funny. Until she spoke those fateful words.
"Mickey is having seizures on the floor!"
I froze. What?! She was already crying. I bolted up and ran out into the living room. He was on the floor, covered in his own feces. I sat down next to him and began petting him, tears filling my eyes.
I wanted to scream. Shout. Cry. But I knew that wouldn't help. He was already told far gone. He was just a shell of a being, barely alive anymore. I just sobbed. At that moment I hated everything. I hated diabetes (more than I usually do), I hated myself for not helping more, I hated myself for not being here, I hated my mom, I hated my friend, I hated everyone and everything.
Accept for him. I loved him so. I sat with him for 30 minutes just crying and trying to say goodbye. Then I stood up. I went to the closet and grabbed his favorite blanket. It was a "Trolls" comforter, with one side being very soft. I wrapped him up gently in the soft side and lifted him up.
I carried him out to the car and gave him one last kiss on the head. I made sure he would be as comfortable as possible, knowing that as long as he was still alive he'd be in discomfort.
"I love you Mickey."
The last words I ever spoke to him before I went inside. I just sat and stared pit the window as my mom left. As HE left. Asy beat friend left me.
I still think about him often, even though it happened about 3 years ago. I still love him and think about him.
Though I've healed, the scar will remain forever.
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cr0wsofamurder · 1 year
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5 Stages
CW // Mentions of Huntingtons Disease, Grief, Death, very slight mention of drug addiction
nobody can find me here in my family, so this is a poem i made about my cousin. she was recently diagnosed with huntingtons disease and i’ve been going through a bit of anticipatory grief.
It was a normal day
I was going to a lab
I was going to learn about science
Because that’s what I like to do
Go to breakfast, it’s a call from her dad
They’re going to get her results
I feel fear overwhelm myself as Uncle Tony
Starts to fucking bawl
I get a .97
I can pipette in a lab
And as I come back, happy and smiling
Nobody else is.
My mom tells me-
She has it.
I try to compose myself-
Huntingtons, just like her mother
It’ll kill her, won’t it?
But I’m not a writer like Bach
I can’t write the notes in, my hands are too shaky
My eyes are overrun by tears
And the thought that I can pipette in a lab
Is far gone
Just the image of her turning out
like her mother
5 stages.
That’s how many stages of grief there are
Denial- no, no, there’s no way, the others didn’t have it, no, no, but the day was so good, Mom, you didn’t prepare me for this-
Anger- why her, why not her meth head brother, why didn’t her mother just decide not to have kids-
Bargaining- let her get help, oh, we can help her, she’ll live a great life-
Depression- crying in her arms at lunch, telling me “It’s okay” when I don’t feel like it is because she’s not gonna be there for ALL of my life-
Acceptance- you cried at lunch, but she’s still here, she told her father “I’ll wake up just the same tomorrow”, and I woke up with the same heavy emotions.
Of course they never happen in order
And you never want to see them.
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Dear teenager :A letter from another
I know you feel sad
Just a little bit numb inside
Like you're not supposed to be alive
A problem to everyone's lives
Don't dare think you're going to far
Its not like you can chase it away
It's a dark blob roaming around
It's hurting your head
And your weak heart
You're quavering in fear
Thinking what they'll say
If the hear your thoughts to be no more
If they see the scars from the sharp cuts
And the harm they have done
From years of little neglect
Friend and family reminding you of fiction
They exist but to you deceased
You fight your demons every day
Yet acting like its okay
You cried again
But what for
You can't tell, even yourself
Are you going insane?
The anxiety has become a friend
And depression, a twin
The mirror won't reflect
What's in your dark-ing heart
Daydream's an escape
But a fatal one at that
You'll still be back to the reality
Did you try to tell them
Did they say 'its just a phase'
Or something like ' you're overreacting'
I've been there
I know the feeling
Trying hard to be perfect
But you're only human
I'm only human
Why won't they see that we bleed too
I'm uncomfortable
It just a hollow in my mind
The place I felt secured
There's just a hollow in my heart
The place where I kept my trust
But who should I share it with
Not a single soul
Who should I cry on
No shoulder at all
After all, they don't really care
The words 'are you okay?'
Will scatter my defenses
A long hug
I'll be sniffling and wailing
So a fellow teen
I'm here to hear
Because I know the fear
It hugs me tight
Every single night
Hey, if your feeling insecure, sad, numb, empty or lacking motivation constantly. It could be signs of mental illnesses. If you're a teen and you can feel the wound that's deep inside please comment. Find someone to talk to even if you also feel it, we all need it. Even I will listen.
Please reblog let someone that needs this see this
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xovera-toz · 2 years
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Naruto: Listen up, everybody! If you see someone worrying about something, or someone's mad for a reason not concerning you- don't bother yourself. Don't let it ruin your day. If you do, than that's all your life will be; sadness and sorrow. You have your own stuff to worry about in your own damn time.
Sasuke: Hypocrite.
Sakura: That was surprisingly deep coming from you.
Naruto: I have my moments.
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bloodstainedxroses · 1 year
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I gave you my Love and it wasn’t enough.
I gave you my Heart and it wasn’t enough.
I gave you my Soul and it wasn’t enough.
I gave and gave and when I gave you everything I had, there was nothing left for me.
And when you had everything I was and everything I had, you just left.
Now I’m empty and broken down to a pile of nothing.
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