#sadstuff

[primordialdreamingcycle]

The feels man AAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

baby konrad curze reaching for his dad :(

I couldn't stop thinking about how babies lift their arms up for their parents to hold them and thought about him reaching toward the sky for a father who isn't coming :( not for a long, long time

[dnpsuck]

NO WAIT i ùmeant to say dan and phil are platonic when they see the other as a boner they get so scared to have gay thoughts they close upnthemselve in the bathroom #sadstuff

phil's girlfriend cries everynight reading phannie posts... . (i know cause i'm her

[spiritboxsystem]

auuauaugh i was actually getting some work done and then i got a pop up notification that brought up some sadstuff 4 me and now i am sad :( keep me in your thoughts

[lestcat-de-lioncourt]

Tonight is a rough night eeh, apologies for any sadstuff posts or whatever tonight, just trying to decant some stress as I can't get ahold of a therapist atm.

[primordialdreamingcycle]

#40k #warhammer40k #sadstuff #salamanders

into the fires of battle......

His Angels

Artist: @mick19988 (twitter)

https://twitter.com/Mick19988

coworker and i were going back and forth with inappropriate, grimderp 40k humor. i mention kriegers under the bed. he shows me this, waiting expectantly for my soul to crumble. it was on my mind all day. amazing story, just fucking devastating. fucking salamanders, what did you do to my heart?

it's funny, with just the first 2 panels it can still be played for laughs by keeping the emotion at a distance. then the rug is pulled out from under you and you're beaten not with the rug but a hammer.

[mintmatcha]

crawling out of my hole to tell you kyotani undeniably had a bad home life and thats probably where his high school attitude came from

[myaccountcosihavezerocreativity]

k so i was reading this on Wattpad it's from a book called A Court Of Bae Feels. There was this one one-shot that was sooo sad by spilled.pages.of.ink on Instagram.

The storyteller settled by the flame and took a deep breath. The listeners gathered together and leaned in, wondering what tale they would hear that day.

"Once upon a time, there was a princess. She had hair like the soft tips of a flickering flame and her eyes were the most chaotic combination of the blue and golden hues of a raging forest fire."

The storyteller continued, voice weak with age but strong with emotion. The audience walked through a country with a lost princess, through a desert with a runaway, through Adarlan with an assasin, across Erilea with the Heir of Fire.

Each person listen, captivated, to the tales of friendship and loos a nd betrayal -- they laughed at each increasingly sasy remark, gasped with each roaring flame that she commanded, cried with every lash of the whip.

The storyteller sighed when the story came to a finish,each word like an arrow laced with poison straight through their hearts.

"And as the Queen of Terrasan lay in the arms of her mate and carranam, surrounded by her friend, she released the last drop of her magic, of herself into the Lock that would save the world. With the last bit of fire torned from her vein, the world got a little bit colder. We breathe now because of her sacrifice and the sacrifice of all who stood by her."

The croed wipes away their tears and the demi-fae of Mistward begun to return to their rooms. A young girl turned towards the storyteller whose hand remains on his hod until the rest of the crowd had departed.

"Sir, did you ever meet the princess?" she asks in the sweet voiceof a chilld who has only known peace her whole life.

He merely tilts his hood back and smiles. Pine green eyes gleam at her, and his silver hair shines in the dim embers.

"I met her once or twice," he murmurs.

Like when I read the second-last paragraph I was like eh this is sad but only kinda, but then i read the last paragraph and [fill in ur sad reaction]

[chaotictommy]

🥺😭😭😭😭 how can I choose? Can I choose both??? I relate more to Dally, but... I think I gotta say Johnny...

alright... who would you choose? Remember... sadly you can only pick one.

[starproject999]

A trip to California on the 28th....I gotta get some paperwork done out there. I have to get custody of my child sister. Shes already with me, but I have to finalize the paperwork out there. So she is staying here with her cousins til I get home. Dm for full story ig.

[ticktockdowngoestheclock]

Six years have gone by  Much faster than anticipated  So many highs and lows  But now there are only lows

I remember many things; the sound of your laugh, the way you could always make me smile, the sound of your breathing at night, singing anime openings with you on long car rides, birthday trips, driving 11 hours out of our way to see a show, carving pumpkins for Halloween, Valentine’s Day pizzas, avoiding laundry, buying furniture, moving in with you... It feels a lot like that La Dispute song, “Objects in Space”. Everywhere I look, I see reminders and I transcend time back to a memory we once shared. And I think of you.  I remember how even after six years I still felt butterflies every time I would hear your voice. My heart would fill with love when you would walk in a room.  I was so in love with you.  Two months. It’s been two months since all this chaos started. But it seems like you’ve been gone for longer than that. I don’t know how I missed all the signs. Maybe I just never considered that one day you would actually wake up and not want to be with me anymore, that you would find comfort in someone else’s arms, that I wouldn’t be enough for you anymore.  I gave everything, and I lost everything. And yeah. Maybe that is mostly my fault. You can’t give everything to someone and expect them to be careful with it. You can’t make someone treat you how you want to be treated. You can’t make them love you.

For a while now, I’ve felt lost, adrift at sea, and angry. I’ve lacked purpose, motivation, desire, willpower. Nothing felt like it was going right. I hoped that we could work through everything. I hoped that you would see that you had made a monumental mistake, that you would come running back to me. But you haven’t and I know you won’t. That’s not in your nature, not now anyways. 

So here I am, left with all this frustration and anger. What do I do with it?  I want to make you hurt so badly for all the hurt you’ve caused me, but surely that’s not the answer. Is it? I feel in my heart the desire to lash out, to even the score. I’ve made plans to see you. Will I do it or will I finally break free of this cycle? 

Who even knows anymore what the right answer is. 

[velerodra-valesinger]

The Axe

(Mentions: @raven-scorned )

It had been two nights since Vel had watched as the axe came down. A simple, clean, motion, a head removed from a body. And though she managed to keep her mind occupied on a variety of other things, she occasionally found her mind drifting back to standing in the Tirisfal rain as she stood by and watched Grey meet his end.

It was not her place to interfere. She did not, technically, have to obey Gidyen, who seemed to be in charge of those who worked with Yurissa. She was there for Yurissa. But even still, what could she have done in that moment?

It was as Yurissa said later, ‘he made his choice’.

Still it was not the execution that lingered with Vel as she went about finding ways to distract herself, it was the image of Yuri as she stood at her post, her eyes void of any light, a tear running down her cheek. It was that memory that haunted her, to see Yurissa - look so lifeless.

It was always a struggle for Vel to understand what others might be feeling. And though Vel wished she could have been more of a comfort to Yurissa, she found herself lost. For just a moment she could feel the cracks within her own mind beginning to shift like fault lines, her own thoughts grew unclear. And Vel felt sparks of anger. Anger with no aim. It was just the most accessible emotion, the most immediate, and it was the one that slipped through the cracks. Though Vel did not allow herself to lose control of herself, no, as was her way she sealed those fault lines and tried to focus on what she could do in the moment. On what made sense to do.

She’d alerted the guards - and made sure to inform others of what had gone on.

Seeing Yurissa drinking later in the night, was a slight improvement to seeing her non-responsive. And while Vel had made sure to tell Yurissa that if she needed her for anything, she need but ask, Vel knew Yurissa wouldn’t.

Yurissa was content ... from what Vel could tell, not long ago, she was mostly content, she had a place to live with Grey, she was looking for ‘window-blankets’, she was - adjusting to the idea of perhaps being - content. Even then Yurissa seemed to suspect her situation could not last. Vel had hoped it would, but it didn’t.

Perhaps what bothered Vel the most, was how she could not bring herself to stand by Yurissa’s side when she was unable to speak. Parts of her mind screamed at her to stay close to Yuri, to not run off. But she couldn’t stand to look into those dim eyes. She tried to hold her hand, but Yuri didn’t even twitch. And Vel, for all her words, found herself all but speechless, unable to offer a word of comfort. She could not tell her Yurissa that things would be fine. She could not tell her that nothing was wrong. She could not tell her things would work out. There were no words…. that would have helped.

Vel had a choice, she could have chosen to stay at the woman’s side, at the woman she considered her sister’s side. She could have continued to hold her limp hand and just -be there-. And what haunted Vel the most, was that she chose to walk away.

She told herself that Yurissa needed space. That she needed to be alone. But Vel couldn’t quite convince herself. Part of her knew - she was a coward. She couldn’t face her sister when she was like this. It was selfish. Gods forbid Vel allow herself to let her own emotions creep out and showed. That she wanted to understand. That she wanted to help.

[brbpickingflowers-blog]

two days

two days of suffering and finally it's done

I can die peacefully

Behold, my hand cramp problem

I had to look up for a photo to reference it off cause one I can’t draw angles and two b a t h r o o m  t i l e s-

But otherwise I’m happy with what came out, especially the shading of the clothing uwu

Hope y’all like it too

[dustierhoades]

I believe in so many of my friends and I know that they will get all that they hope and pray for because they are amazing and derserve that the best life has for them in love, recovery, and happiness.

Yet I have such a hard time believing that those same things are meant for me. All I ever think is that I will always continue to watch from the outside, ecstatic for other’s successes but unfulfilled due to a lack of my own.

[thoughtswordsandshit]

The thought lingers in my mind: isn't it only a matter of time until death comes to me? I can't help but crave the pain or the end of it. It feels like my emotions are pouring out, and I'm bleeding until there's nothing left inside. It's as if I have no past, present, or future, and everything is just a blur. It's like living a life that I may not even remember, or not living at all. I am so tired of feeling tired, but I do remember the days I lived, the recent memories and laughs with people close to me. Lately, I've been trying to live more. I don't know if I'm being delusional about the occasional distractions, but I do know I am in pain. Everything around me seems to be crashing down on me, but the moments I've lived, the moments I've felt alive, the moments I've felt grateful to be alive for, they make me feel like, while dying inside, I am being born again.

[micchelleglass]

Wish I was young enough

Wish you were made just for me

Hey you - Pony Pony Run Run

[spacesailor25]

And he was back in his bedroom

And the roses laid on the floor

Broken, as broken as his heart

And he cried her a river

And the river took away

The millions of words he wrote

In a thousand love letters

At dawn

He couldn’t remember her