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#im sad (again)
ml-1998 · 29 days
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I don't know what to say to you except that it tore the heart out of my body saying goodbye to you.
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meboii27 · 5 months
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have some of my apollo-grieving-over-hector’s-death so i can finally jump into the void of sadness
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dekukaze · 3 months
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OK SO TRAILER ITS ON HD NOW and AND THAT SCENE OF LU GUANG AFTER VEIN APPEARS?!?
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My man gets hella scared.
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I'm so scared for this one y'all
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elscaptive · 11 months
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Words are not enough to express how beautiful and badass Slash is...
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natdpoetry · 27 days
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I promised two people to post the whole thing so here it is:
My father taught me that love should hurt
But now that he is ashes
Dirt turned to dirt
Will I be able to redefine that heavy word?
My mother, on the other hand never liked my size
So I ate less, tried to slope my shoulders
Yet still my very sight she would despise
I was the insect for which she’d never find a fitting pesticide
I believed myself to be a nuisance
An uninvited guest that barged into her home
And every time I bathed, I imagined myself dissolving into the bubbly foam
Then slipping into the drain
So at least I’d have a fitting burial for what may remain
I was nothing but a splinter in her eye
Yet a tree in my own
And each branch I’d reach out to her
She’d cut down and burn in order to warm her home
And years later I understand that you did it because you were alone
I extracted your sorrow and made it mine
And now I sometimes drown at the smell of wine
Because when I look into it’s thick red colour
Your glassy eyes stare back at me
And suddenly I am 15 and begging for you to see me
I think it made me become the ghost that haunted you
Like a poltergeist I’d push over trinkets and shut doors forcefully
Because when I’d look at my hands I’d see the ugly carpet underneath them and the thought of fading scared me
I needed you to be the receiver of the sound I made when I fell
Bear witness to my presence
And now that I am at peace, every few weeks you start a seance and summon me
I do not wear a collar, I am not on a leash
Yet I will never be free from the creative ways in which you rob me of my dignity.
You may reach out with your hands
But all I see is claws
You say that there must be more than just petals on a rose
I say that you only have one and need to grow the other
In your mind all friends turn to foes
When I see your name on my phone my stomach turns
And when I look back on my adolescence and my childhood
The memory still burns
So don’t blame me
for wishing for an urn when I turned seventeen
Because my body felt heavy
and you ripped down each wall
on which I tried to lean
Yet I held on to prevent her sorrow
I held on to the word tomorrow
And though it was for her that in those
moments I chose to breathe
My lungs shrivelled at the prospect of no relief
Her foot on my chest, my words no time to rest
To her I was like a chewed up child’s teddy bear
I was her comfort, like a sponge I’d soak up her
tears just to rain them out myself
So how come she left me no room for air
Yet claimed that it was I who suffocated her
My sister was my last hope
After all, my family had run out of rope
I thought she’d pull me back into the boat
But on a cold night she took our last warm coat
Her words pulled at my hair
I checked for monsters in her closet
and was appalled to find a mirror
Left with a gaping wound named childhood
My questions desperate for answers
Does all love come with an entry fee?
Will there come a time when I bathe in the sea
without stuffing rocks in my pockets?
And after what they have seen,
are my eyes still willing to remain in their sockets?
-ND/ natdpoetry
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bagely · 8 months
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Missa talking to the ghost of spreen (he's in the chat): I need your teachings Spreen, I need to know how to play, how to fight... Look, Roier only talks bad to me, I can't always be defended...
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ratatatastic · 3 months
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and may we find each other again just like we did before
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daydreamvalley · 29 days
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Remember Nanami? Does the name Choso ring a bell?
Just jogging your memory before you think about trusting Gege with your fave again.
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sabine-art-corner · 3 months
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One of the things that make me the saddest in Horizon, both ZD and FW is that when the machines first took over the world and consumed all of the biosphere is the amount of animals that got lost, all the species tha simply ceased to exist because of human stupidity.
In the Frozen Wilds you can meet a Banuk man who collects figurines of animals that used to live in a reservation ???? in Banur. That man does not know the first thing about the animals that show in the holograms you unlock with the figurines and he is amazed with them.
Our animals are their dinosaurs.
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viktoriakomova · 2 months
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Not prime time doing a whole ass feature on MDJDS Flop 😭
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lobo-austral · 3 months
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La soledad puede ser una .compañera cruel, pero también una maestra sabia que nos enseña a valorarnos a nosotros mismos.
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fablexdreams · 4 months
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Every time I go to write one of my big, long, classic deep dive paragraphs into why John and Arthur's brother relationship is so important to me, and in general, I always find myself either at a complete loss of words, or going into endless, mindless tangents that can't be made concise no matter how hard I try. And I think that that is beautiful in its own way. I may not always know how to word it, but that doesn't change the fact that John and Arthur's relationship was done so beautifully that it has struck a cord in so many of our hearts, and I think if nothing else, we can take it for that. My wonderful, tragic, ineffable brothers.
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replaytech · 5 months
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yeah i’m fine (sometimes fictional characters are the only people i feel loved by)
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dekukaze · 1 month
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Soo, remember this theory guys?
Welp uhm... I found this yesterday while I was re- watching some amv's
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Uhm... What.
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So, yeah those numbers are REALLY something
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smoking-witch · 4 months
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Yes it absolutely was from lack of trying & also all his other abuse
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natdpoetry · 2 months
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My thought‘s have divorced my brain and
grown a life of their own.
They left holding hands
I watched them take off on a train
I asked, so they delivered
They have finally left me alone.
- ND/natdpoetry, (this is just an excerpt from a poem I have written)
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