#it huuuuurts

[latestdreamgirl]

Agh .

[hearteyedbunny]

my 26 year old 80 year old body

[nightmare-foundation]

Ngl the best interpretation of Michael I've ever seen is in Madness by Natewantstobattle. Like holy shit the animation is incredible and paired with the music HURTS

[theresthesnitch]

do you ever make a typo in tags and then watch a bunch of people reblog it and cringe every time?

no, not me either.

[yourlocaldisneyvillain]

i miss one (1) fitness class bc i am sick, and already my back is one of an 80 yo akjdshfgfhdsj

[lunarlegend]

i literally pulled a muscle in my back/shoulder while returning my grocery cart and now i'm laying here writhing in agony and that's how i know i'm in my 30s

[borednessus]

Nothing makes me feel more connected to the world than my knees hurting every time it rains

[obscene-visage]

the neuropathy is fucking killing me tonight

[theanimangagirl]

My beautiful Normandy!!!!

🥲😭😭😭😭

[tombiwidgeon]

This scene is shattering my soul into li'l pieces which are eroding into ashes.

Vash is so distraught; after one century and a half, he didn't get used to the horror, the pain, and the violence. He was quick to pick up all the guilt and all the blame thrown at him. But the tragedy of humanity remains still fresh, it keeps braking him, time, and time, and time again.

He's poisoned by guilt, a guilt that thrusts him through unspeakable nightmares. That closes his stomach for days. That mercilessly drapes his body in scars. Demanding his misery, strangling him in grief.

The price will never be payed completely, his atonement will never reach an end, because he won't forgive himself. Ever. He believes he's just...not worthy.

This is his cursed doom. He's prisoner of the worst captor; his mind.

He accepts the hate, the rage, surrendering without so much of a blinking. Pain is an old friend. He understands the agony of losing loved ones, he knows that that bullet will never make him hurt as much as the policeman is, but that's the only thing he can do to expiate.

If getting shot can bring even a ounce of relief, then so be it.

Stand.

Surrender.

Suffer.

He gets shot. We clearly hear the hit. But nothing else. He doesn't even whimper.

[the-wishmonger]

omg not him seeing Sarah in that lady 😭😭😭😭

[collectorandcreatorofmanythings]

oh my god i just got hand sanitizer in a scratch i made and omfg it HURTS JFC

oh my god

ow

someone save me this is hell

[cimicherrychanga]

just so you know i walked several miles wearin these shoes today. including past midnight through the city in my silly little outfit. if you even care

[nelle456]

Just a bundle of characters <3

(Unpopular opinion: Hands are fun to draw. But they can get rather difficult to do and I sometimes (a lot of times actually-) just can't get them to look right. 🥲)

[dgiterart]

🦋MIKU🦋

OMG! I can't believe I did this😭😭 this.... this...

This is one my best drawings yet! 😢👊

[radicalrascals]

Steven's words fell on almost deaf ears, the broken record in the thief's mind replaying the same thoughts over and over; If this wasn't the man he loved, he could show his face, play along, and escape the right moment. Hell, he had no qualms shooting them in the leg either. But Steven? It hurt to even yell those Spanish insults, whether the policeman could understand them or not. Gabriel bit his lip, his staccato breathing heavy, his gaze covered by a teary veil. Yet he still noticed something moving in the mirror and if he could see Steven... could Steven see him???

The shock helped Gabriel recover from his passivity; Quickly he reached for the first object he could find and threw it at the mirror which loudly shattered into a hundred pieces. "Stay where you are!," he sounded a lot more like himself there, albeit with a voice strained with desperation. So for distraction he quickly added a "¡Cabrón!" and continued to play his role:. "¿Estás tratando de engañarme? Eh? You trying to trick me?! We can talk like this but don't come closer!"

"No." Steven replied, firmly. "No, I ain't gonna shoot you unless you give me reason to. Like I said, no one else needs to get hurt tonight, and that includes you." He spoke the truth, whether the criminal he sought believed him or not. He was not one for wasting blood or bullets, and he would only shoot if he was justified. Even if he did have to pull the trigger, he was not one to go for anywhere lethal. Slowly, he began to walk along the wall, footsteps as quiet as he could manage.