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storytimewriting · 22 hours
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To Be Changed
To allow yourself to be loved is to morph into wet clay,             soft and malleable, quick to shift shape at the lightest touch.
I was a perfectly fine sculpture with bumps and bruises and chips- imperfections that came together to tell my story.
Your touch turned my hardened stone to pliant clay. You flattened my bumps,             sharpened my curves,                         smoothed over my chips. You molded me into the perfect shape, something you could find beautiful.
I became unrecognizable. You compromised the structural integrity of my design. You created bumps of your own and chips to match, until I needed your hands to hold myself up.
When you were done playing with wet clay, you dropped your hands that held my shape, and allowed me collapse in on myself.
Love was convincing, pushed me to morph into what you wanted to see.
To be loved is to be changed, and I hate the way you loved me.
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caostalgia · 6 months
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Me recordaste por qué había dejado de expresar mis sentimientos.
Y me dolió hasta el alma.
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sinfonia-relativa · 8 months
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No dejé de amarte ni en las noches en que me dormía llorando por ti.
Alexander Alay.
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rjmxrell · 1 year
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I wasn't good enough, but I tried to be.
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there is something so comforting about sadness. about throwing things on your bedroom floor and not picking them up. about binging reality tv in the dark for 14 hours straight. about lying in your bed and not moving while the world continues to turn around you. overwhelming and heavy depression is comforting because it’s familiar. it allows you to sink into yourself and rot there for as long as you want. thats the vicious cycle with depression, it takes everything to not give into the comfort and familiarity that comes with it.
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sad-and-depression · 1 year
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noname-404s-blog · 9 months
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alay-alexander · 6 months
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Si todavía te lo preguntas, si, todavía me duele.
Todos los días.
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breakonthroough · 19 days
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A very sad story about a seriously ill boy Law and the hospital clown Cora.
Illustration for my text.
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tinta-y-cometas · 7 months
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Quería sentir que tus ganas quemaran igual que las mías.
Alexander Alay.
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caostalgia · 4 months
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Tal vez sólo éramos para un momento, y los dos, demasiado obstinados, deseábamos más que eso.
Alexander Alay.
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sinfonia-relativa · 5 months
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Hace mucho que ya no hablamos, pero, espero que me recuerdes con cariño, como a alguien que amaste, como yo te recuerdo a ti.
Alexander Alay.
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rjmxrell · 1 year
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Cheers to the pain we chose to hide.
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wlwdaydreamms · 5 months
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If I can't have you in this life, I hope you leave my heart alone. I hope my heart beats for someone else. Someone that will feel the same way about me.
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foxnovalis · 3 months
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Mark is my favorite character in the animated series. Seriously, I usually don't like main characters, but this one hits the spot.
I feel bad for him, I feel bad for his mom, they both don't deserve the crap they went through. Mark honey! So I take it into my comfort pocket ;)
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