#endless suffering sadness

[cutiehulk]

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[squarecloud73]

*I worship you Tumblr don’t remove it

Punk & goth & emo

[stillness138]

vincent van gogh has become the male marilyn monroe the way people just en masse misuse his image (that pop culture and capitalism have utterly commodified) and completely dismiss the hardships he went through while alive. we all gawk at the starry night and attach it to messages of how all it takes is will and work and conveniently ignore how the man lived in poverty and severe mental health struggles until he committed suicide at the age of 37

[shannonallaround]

you know I like angst as much as the next guy but if there’s no happy ending at the end then what’s the point?

[adrianlikesdinos]

shows i watch very much effect the way i see the world and how i process experiences. going from Doctor Who to Hannibal just feels like net zero character development.

[isfjmel-phleg]

Elystan's ninth birthday celebrations were postponed. The official reason was bad weather, which puzzled the public; October 31 hadn't a cloud in the sky that year.

The truth was that Elystan wasn't well enough to attend. He was recovering from an illness and it was thought best that he stay at Endean until fully himself again.

Nevertheless, his mother had no intention of letting the actual day of his birth go unnoticed. She planned to go to Endean and celebrate with him quietly there. But Talfrin reminded her how many obligations they had that day. Functions, diplomatic visits, meetings, people whom it would be unthinkable to put off. A trip to Endean would be out of the question. Of course the poor boy might be disappointed, but he would still get to celebrate properly once he recovered, so it would all work out in the end. This shouldn't come as a shock to Bethira. After all, she knew when she chose to marry a king that important obligations came with the role, obligations that cannot be disregarded for mere personal concerns. A proper queen must stay and do her duty, and a proper prince would have to understand.

She stayed. She attended every single thing on the schedule...by herself. Talfrin woke up very early that morning before she was up and took the train to Endean.

When Elystan asked where Mother was (not, of course, that he cared to see her, no! but she and Father often came to visit together and he was idly curious why the change), his father told him that Bethira didn't want to come, that she was too busy. Not to worry, though! Talfrin didn't want his boy to be alone, and they were going to have a fine time together, just the two of them.

Elystan is still angry at Bethira about this.

[newlyacquiredbois]

the suffering is endless

pic credit @trippingminor

[howifeltabouthim]

'It would have been happier for many of us had we died in infancy.' 'Would it have been happier for you?' 'Yes,' she faintly said. 'I have had more than my share of sorrow. Sometimes I think that I cannot support it.' 'It is not past, then? Have you sorrow now?' 'I have it always. I shall have it till I die. Had I died a child . . . I should have escaped it. Oh! the world is full of it! full and full.'

Ellen Wood, from East Lynne

[jaime-in-chaos]

Why the hell am I crying over gay robots with depression and sick cats.......

[illkeepyourbrittleheartwarm]

Also for someone so obsessed with pure, true romantic love and finding it, i sure do struggle with emotional permanence

I say as if I'm not mentally ill with attachment and polarisation issues that i am the classic textbook definition of

And I've noticed my attachment style is changing a little. Still very much anxious, but with increasingly disorganised tendencies

[keirametzbrassknuckles]

Not only ill but also working a closing shift on this most hallowed of weens because my immune system and the scheduling software hate me apparently.

[d-lmthael]

Please do not ignore our suffering and our causes

I am Imtithal from North Gaza, I share with you the deep sorrow of my family from Gaza, so I created this campaign for him to try to help him and his family. I know that donations are not easy in these times, but I believe that every contribution has the power to change someone's life.

That is why I am participating in this campaign with all my faith, not only to keep them saved, but also to protect their dreams and help them get out of Gaza. I am Imtithal from Gaza, I lost all my dreams and my job as a dentist, I lost my home, I lost my brother Obaida who was killed and he had young children, and my family lost their entire livelihood because of this war in Gaza.

We live in miserable conditions and live in poor conditions with my family of 35, most of whom are young children. We are always trying hard to provide a living as hunger and thirst kill us.

The scene continues, full of depression, sadness, fear and horror. The siege imposed on us, the genocide that follows us, all kinds of torment and suffering, the spread of diseases, all of this and more kills life in Gaza, kills our existence, and our lives have turned into an endless nightmare, amidst hopes hanging by a thin thread.

We are suffering now, and we do not know what tomorrow will bring. We do not know when this war will end!!! Because we have lost everything beautiful, we are about to lose more.

We face harsh conditions and a dark future for our lives, displacement, poverty and pain. But there is a glimmer of hope with your help and generous donations.

We can leave Gaza and build a new life and rise from the rubble. Every small donation can make a big difference. That is why I seek through your donations. To get out at a time when an individual pays huge sums of money ranging between ($5,000, $10,000) per person. My family and I are in dire need to get out of Gaza so that we do not lose our lives, and we also need to rebuild our lives again, so that we can rise and return as we were. A new home 

[haven-gum-rockrose]

bruh this weekend has been wild - not substantially: nothing bad has happened - just mentally: brain has not been great.

[froggytoess]

Meow meow

I love cats so much y be sad when cats my day is made better when cats like yes i love you my little meow meow. I would be cured of my PMDD and all my problems would vanish if i got a pet cat. I love dogs but they'll never fill me w/ joy the way cats do.

[alhabil]

Voices from the Displacement Camps: Life Between Endless Journeys🚨🚨

Displacement means that the life you try to stabilize is destroyed anew. You leave your tent, take your essential belongings, and flee to save yourself and the lives of those with you. You sleep for nights in cramped spaces, crowded with multiple families. There is no comfort in your sleep, and you feel a deep sadness🤌👇👇

Amidst all this, children are greatly affected. They suffer from a lack of security and struggle to understand why they had to leave their homes and community. There is no space for them to play or learn, and their lives are filled with fear and uncertainty. They are deprived of their childhood and natural opportunities for growth and education☹💔

Then, you start again, searching for a safe place, if you can find one that is not already overwhelmed by the flood of people in the central region. You begin setting up a tent, looking for money to build it, and to create a bathroom and dig the ground🏚😗👩‍👦‍👦

You try to reorganize your life as much as possible in the new place and attempt to find some semblance of stability, although stability seems far from our reality. In the end, you continue to wait for the next displacement.

What are we living through?😓😓

We are trapped in displacement camps in the central region,😫😫

where stability has become just an illusion.💔👨‍👩‍👧‍👧👨‍👩‍👧‍👧

@hametsukaishi @sar-soor @aya2mohammed @lillianhanabusa @riding-with-the-wild-hunt @

[ponderingmoonlight]

You're in ur Sanemi/Kny brainrot era n I'm loving it. But may I entice you with JJK?? Gojo getting unsealed just to find out his wife was blinded by the higher ups who held a grudge against him

The world has been dark for a while now, a never-ending night with no dawn. You lost track of time a long time ago, of days blending into weeks, maybe even months. Ever since the love of your life was taken away from you, nothing was the same as before.

Chaos broke out, a wave of sadness, devastation but also anger crushing down on you. As his beloved wife, many cherished you. But people like the elders…

It was a well-found opportunity for them. Now that Satoru was gone without return, they were free to let their anger out on someone.

And that someone was you.

Since they took your sight in exchange for ‘the horrible things your husband has done to humanity’, the world has been a blur of sounds, scents, and the haunting memories of the last time you saw him.

Satoru.

You sit in silence, your fingers tracing the familiar patterns of the fabric draped over your lap. It's one of his, Gojo's favorite haoris he only wore to special occasions or when he tried to seduce you into bed. You hold onto it like a lifeline, the last tangible piece of him you have left. You don’t know what’s worse: the darkness that swallowed your sight or the hollow emptiness that came with his absence. The higher-ups... they told you he was gone for good, that he was never coming back.

But you never believed them. You couldn't.

The door creaks open, and you stiffen. You've grown accustomed to the way people move around you, the way they think you won’t notice their presence. But this... this is different. You feel it - a surge of cursed energy, powerful and unmistakable. It’s overwhelming, drowning out everything else in its presence. Who is this? A sorcerer you didn’t meet before?

“(y/n).”

His voice is the first thing that breaks through the fog and pondering, that familiar lilt that used to make your heart race. You don’t dare to breathe, afraid that this is just another cruel trick your mind is playing on you. But then you hear it again, closer this time, filled with a mix of relief and something darker, something simmering just beneath the surface.

“(y/n).”

Your name. Unmistakably out of his mouth.

“Satoru?”

Your voice trembles, barely a whisper. The air feels heavier, charged with his cursed energy as it presses against your skin.

You feel his hand before anything else, warm and solid as it cups your cheek. He’s here. He’s real. But the second your fingers touch his, you notice the way they twitch, the subtle tremor running through them.

“What did they do to you?”

His voice cracks, and it shatters something inside you. Of course, Satoru doesn’t know what the elders did to you. He didn’t learn about the fact that they blinded you on his behalf.

You try to smile, but it falters.

“They... they wanted to punish you, Satoru. They knew taking you from me wasn't enough. Just in chase you decide to come back…”

Silence stretches between you, heavy and suffocating. His thumb brushes over your cheek, and you can feel his hesitation, the way his breath hitches as if he’s trying to hold back the storm raging inside him.

“They took my sight,” you finally say, your voice barely above a whisper.

“They wanted me to suffer in the dark... to make sure I never see the light again, that I will never be able to see you again, even if you manage to return.”

A sharp intake of breath is his only response at first. Then, he pulls you into his arms, holding you so tightly you can feel the frantic beat of his heart against your own. The world outside is chaos, but here in his embrace, it’s just the two of you. And for a moment, you let yourself believe that everything will be okay, that his return will make everything right.

But the darkness is still there, an endless void behind your eyes, a constant reminder of what you’ve lost. And you know, deep down, you'll never be the same again. Your whole marriage will never be the same again.

What if something like this happens again? What if your husband eventually doesn’t manage to escape? Those past months, you never lost hope, always waited right here on the couch for his return. But those cruel moments of waiting, of losing that spark of hope in your heart taught you more than urgently that even Satoru Gojo can’t escape everything.

“I’ll make them pay for this,” Satoru murmurs, his voice low and dangerous, promising retribution.

“I swear on everything, (y/n). I’ll make them regret the day they ever thought they could hurt you.”

You nod, pressing your face into his chest, breathing in his scent as if trying to commit it to your memory.

“I know you will. But, Satoru... I’m just glad you’re back.”

He pulls back slightly, his hand still cradling your face as if you’re something fragile, something precious.

“I’m never leaving you again. Not now, not ever.”

You want to believe him, want to trust that things will somehow return to the way they were. But even as he holds you close, you can’t help but feel the weight of everything you’ve lost.

And as you lean into his arms, the darkness remains, an inescapable part of you now. But with Satoru here, maybe, just maybe, you can find a way to live in it. Together.