#i can’t cry

[frodobagginsfluffyhair]

why twitter why u must hurt me like this

[valiah-creates-stuff]

Uuuhm… how weird

[diphylleiadiaries]

An empty stomach, an empty mind, even emptier heart. Tears refuse to fall and it’s driving me mad. Spiraling and spiraling and laying on the floor, sinking deeper but not going anywhere at all. Anything is better than this. Where is the remedy for this feeling? Alcohol, cigarettes, and weed have never fixed anything but still I try. Am I supposed to live with myself, like this, forever? If no one else has stayed, why do I have to? I am stomping my feet on the grass like a petulant child. Throwing a temper tantrum beneath a tree where anyone can see. All there is inside me is energy, albeit weak, ironically, and I have nowhere to put it. I need to run laps around this campus; I need to cartwheel my way through this golf course; I need to run away from my problems and give my legs a valid reason to rest on this ground.

[weirdgirlvampire]

If yes, tell me what it is in the tags!

[robo-nya]

I can’t even cry myself to sleep

[terrywho-cartoons]

Uncle Buck! ♥️😭

[mamaclownhunter]

Ok I lied I have art that was too fun not to share

Listen- I need combative “I hate you bro but I would also die for you” platonic cumplane

I need Shang Quinghua calling Shen Quingqui a hussy and a harlot

I need Shen Quingqui to respond with a full bodied cathartic “bitch” I need them to be venting out frustrations every 2 seconds and ruthlessly gossiping the next. I need them to immediately turn on anyone that talks shit on the other.

Pls for my health.

[bennyboybenniest]

‘N-Not alone, though.’

‘No. No, not alone.’

Close ups:

[mateofuxks]

MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE IS BACK IVE CRIED THREE TIMES SINCE 10AM AND YOU WILL ALL BE MY ENEMIES ON FRIDAY AT 10AM I WILL BE IN THE TRENCHES THAT IS TIXKETMASTER….

[dovedrangeas]

strawbebbie………. 🍓 blubberrie…….. 🫐 oraneg……… 🍊 peeache…….. 🍑

[hamable]

I’m thinking about Mahito’s great great uncle maintaining and preserving a peaceful and beautiful thing in a way that to an outside observer looks tedious and unimportant, hoping to pass the duty off to a successor but ultimately he cannot find one and dies with it.

I’m thinking about the specificity of the blocks being made and handled with care, not with malice or ill intent.

I’m thinking about Hayao Miyazaki, a bastion of beautiful 2d hand drawn animation who refuses to retire.

I’m thinking about a world where animation is so rarely made with love over profit and efficiency.

I’m thinking about how, though the old man didn’t see it, the next generation still hangs onto a piece of that beautiful, tedious thing and takes it with them because it feels important.

I’m thinking about Mahito being told he should forget, but no. He shouldn’t.

[kelin-is-writing]

This man is ART.

[arcanefanpage]

The way she’s sleeping with the Kiramman’s crest. I just can’t. I know she’s imagining it’s Caitlyn. Excuse me while I go cry now

[spooksier]

lover, you should’ve come over (or: link and zelda’s no good, very bad 10,005 years)

[st-hedge]

(With great affection) what a fuckass game

[sceletaflores]

five nights in 5,000 different positions