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becoming-not-became · 1 year

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SomewhereSomewhere

I am far away sitting somewhere maybe abench on a beach and my thoughts playabout me like children on their own sometimes sometimes running to me showing me new treasures or seashells or glass and maybe one or two of the older ones rest a bit next to me quietly sighing deeply breathing in salty air sometimes sadsometimes happy sometimes just there me and my thoughts just sitting there on a bench…

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travelsketch · 1 year

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사진 배경 : 한국의 늦여름

사진 저작권 : jongseong Lee

영상 저작권 : jongseong Lee

음악 : Pale Blue Eyes

아티스트 Alejandro Escovedo

Sometimes I feel so happy

Sometimes I feel so sad

Sometimes I feel so happy

But mostly, you just make me mad

Baby, you just make me mad

Linger on your pale blue eyes

Thought of you as my mountain top

Thought of you as my peak

Thought of you as everything

I've had but couldn't keep

Linger on your pale blue eyes

If I could make the world as pure

And strange as what I see

I'd put you in the mirror

I put in front of me

Linger on your pale blue eyes

Skip a life completely

Stuff it in a cup

She said, "Money is like us in time

It lies but can't stand up

Down for you is up"

Linger on your pale blue eyes

It was good what we did yesterday.

And I'd do it once again.

The fact that you are married,

Only proves, you're my best friend.

But it's truly, truly a sin.

Linger on your pale blue eyes

#alejandro escovedo #pale blue eyes #여행 #스케치 #여행스케치 #한국 #늦여름 #풍경 #강원도 #경기도 #서울 #바다 #여명 #노을 #일출

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that-sfunny · 3 years

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My sad is always the empty sadness.

#mentally drained #tired of being tired #mental health #sadsometimes #emptiness

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tekkumo · 3 years

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(T.E.K.K.U.M.O)

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drink-coffee-with-me-tonight · 3 years

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#too sad to cry #sasha sloan #sad songs #sadsometimes

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someshitaboutmylife · 4 years

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Is it too late to say 'I'm sorry'?

Well, I'll say it anyway.

I wrote the ending to our Story,

I played with love but lost the game.

And now it's easier to say what's on my mind,

than to carry on with all these lies.

This is my confession.

My deep and darkest secret.

I've been acting like my demons.

Doing things I thought I'd never do.

So I'm asking for redemption.

I'm asking for forgiveness.

All these things I've done to you.

Things I thought I would never do.

Things I thought I'd never do.

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fluoxymoron · 4 years

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#anime #animeaestheic #lofi vibes #lofiaesthetic #lofi #sadsometimes #sad #sadboy #goth #vapour #mentalhealth #i give to the void in hopes to fill it

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coffe-cinamun · 2 years

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A veces me siento quebrada

#real is rare #sadsometimes

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land-from-the-rock · 3 years

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I am but an essence, within a vessel, and all myself and i have ever tried to do, is to please to please to pkease. So you see now i was always a servant, it cannot insult me anymore.

#sadsometimes #feels pointless #pointless story #pointless post

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sweet-temptationnn-blog · 4 years

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Hay tanto en que pensar.

Miro por la ventana, está lloviendo y cuesta mantener el calor dentro de ti. Llueve y no solo afuera. Llueve por dentro a más no poder. Debes elegir, te angustias por estar hundiéndote o decides nadar y disfrutar el agua.

#sadsometimes #piensadiferente #hug me #im tired

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cheapclothesexpensivehabits · 4 years

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I love the way you lose your mind.

#athoughtbyme #athoughtbymaggie #weed #weedhumor #love #sad #sadsometimes

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lemonlimedivine · 5 years

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It hurts, man.

When I was twelve, I was really struggling with the fact that my mom abandoned me and my siblings. My adoptive mother used to always use this really painful phrase, “She chose the drugs over you.” And that stings to this day. I heard it often enough that it, in a small way, became normal and became part of who I was, who I am.

So, at Twelve years old, I was really hurting over it, and I googled, “Moms Who Leave” to find someone to sympathize with my pain. Almost nothing came up. I went on Youtube. No songs seem to exist about mothers abandoning their children. The closest thing was Eminem, you know? But his mom was just fucked up, she didn’t leave him and Nate. My mom dipped. And I couldn’t find anyone who shared in that with me.

My dad was out, too. But that didn’t hurt as much. I was never close with my Adoptive Dad, I never really cared about either of them. But a mom?

I remember my Sophomore year of high-school, I went over to a teachers home for Thanksgiving, and we watched “Pursuit of Happiness”. In the movie, Will Smiths’ wife packs her things and goes, leaves him and the kid. My teacher, horrified, says, “What kind of mother leaves her child?” and then she heard what she said, and she looked- still horrified- at me.

My aunt left her husband and daughter when her daughter graduated high-school. My adoptive mother ranted about it for days, “What kind of mother? How could someone leave their child? How could you do that to your daughter?” And she didn’t realize how much pain I was in from her words. What kind of mother? my mother! How could you do that? Well, Ma, Like you said before, “She chose the drugs over you.”

Now I’m grown, 19 years old with a solid career and a heap of good friends, and the boy that I’ve been talking to said, “Naw, I’m good” When I asked if he wanted to come over again, and I’m thinking, did he fuck someone else? Am I too ugly? Does he think I fucked someone else? Is he trying to teach me some kind of lesson? Is he just busy? Should I text him again later? Whatever whatever whatever. Whatever. But it hurts in that unique cavity of rejection that I do not like to travel to. That I avoid at all costs. It makes me think of my mom, it makes me think of the ways she made me feel not good enough because she chose drugs over me.

There is such a delicate and thin wall that veils me from that secret truth. The truth that no matter who I am or where I go or what I become, I wasn’t even good enough for my mother. The person who is supposed to love you through everything. She didn’t even want to stick around. I remember back in 5th grade, a girl told a bunch of people, “The reason why (my name) is so weird is because her mom did drugs while she was pregnant with her.” And it sticks with me. Am I damaged? Am I too paranoid and complicated and dyslexic and angry to ever find love and make a good life for myself? And if I do, will they stay in love with me, or will they leave?

I understand how drugs work. I know how addictive and all-encompassing they are. I know how hard it is to quit. But that doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt. I think I’ll be hung up on it in the back of my mind forever.

And this dumb thing with the boy that I liked opened up this new feeling inside me where I’m thinking... Is it even worth it? To try and find someone? Because while we were casual, and while we were very much not in love, I still feel this small rejection like a drop in a pool. It’s rippling, dragging painful memories to surface and ripping open ancient scars. I don’t think I want to try it ever again. Not for a long time.

So if your mom left you, and you struggle with rejection, I want to tell you that you aren’t alone. This entry is for twelve year old me, looking for a reprieve. It absolutely has gotten better, despite what I just confessed. Like I said, I have a career and friends from here to the moon. I’m happy, I laugh and joke and clown around. It will always always always hurt, but its a dull pain in comparison to what it was. You will survive this. You will go on to make something of yourself, you wont stay stuck, you wont stay invisible.

#mom abandonment rejection rejected leaving sadsometimes

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theempirewrites · 3 years

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Brokenhearted

Brokenhearted Sometimes in a lifetime things fall off from our hands Like a glass, broken Never to be fixed Sometimes in a lifetime like a ball tossed from one player to another We get our hearts tossed from one emotion to the other...

Sometimes in a lifetime things fall off from our handsLike a glass, brokenNever to be fixedSometimes in a lifetime like a ball tossed from one player to anotherWe get our hearts tossed from one emotion to the otherHappy, excessive joy and then sadSometimes time is a sweet, beautiful friendOther times, a wicked foeBecause we never really know of the battle of life and death we are inUntil time…