#tw: sad

[ninamodaffari]

so I'm on my period and very full of emotion, but today when I was antique shopping I came across this framed picture and it just kinda broke my heart. 'someones cat'. Someone loved this baby enough to take a picture and frame it and it ended up discarded in some back corner of a store and now I'm cryinf. I took a picture of it, so that I could remember. I remember you, someone's cat. I hope you were super loved

[jetii]

life update:

So long story short, I am no longer engaged. No drama, no hard feelings about it mostly, just two people who grew a ton together and grew apart over eight years. I wish I could blame it on something just to make myself feel better or have something to fix, but that’s just not the reality unfortunately, and I think I started to accept that a long while ago. We’re still best friends, we still love and support each other, just differently now.

This has obviously thrown my life into a bit of turmoil now on top of the whole burnout and depression thing. I don’t have much of a support system, I’m hours away from any family and don’t have a great relationship with them, and I’m still processing what exactly I’m going to do now.

The one thing I do know is that being on here and writing again has been the biggest highlight of my life in a long time. I somehow reached 750 followers the other day, and I’m so grateful for every one and the support and encouragement you’ve given me over the last sixish months. It’s given me the confidence to pursue my dream of writing professionally, or at least try to make a living doing something less soul crushing than slogging through life in corporate america until I perish.

I guess this year is time to change things in my life for the better. I don’t expect to do anything different on here, I still have a lot of things in the works, and I’ve even finished a few EH chapters over the last few days that I’m excited to share. Just thinking about life differently, and maybe trying to take care of myself better than I have been so I can stand on my own.

Idk how to finish this other than to say thanks. Thanks for being here, thanks for sharing your creativity and passion, thanks for seeing me. I hope next year treats you well. 💙

[sushiikinsss]

hi there you cute little thing you,

it’s been a month since i greeted your screens with a rambling mess of messages but nevertheless, hi, how are you?

answering how i am, sushi is doing alright not good or bad but alright. life has been kicking me again whilst im down but that’s okay because im still here, kicking and breathing and being as sarcastic as i possibly can be.

i started counselling, had a first session and told me that my grief issues are progressing well but next goal is going through my childhood trauma which has triggers inside itself towards my complex post traumatic stress disorder.. fuckin’ fantastic because to be honest, i have mentally blocked out ninety percent of my childhood just because my sperm donor of a father was a snow (bastard) throughout it and did some horrifying things not only to me but the people surrounding me also.

otherwise, it’s now winter in new zealand and guess who has been sick.. for two fuckin’ weeks straight.. one guess, me.. which has made it hard to work on my project.. but it has a name and a title..

should i reveal it today or wait a little bit longer and reveal with a banner? the inner workings of sushii’s weird ass brain 🧠

but, how are you guys, i miss all and every single one of my favourite humans on this platform - which is ALL OF YOU - so please, distract my distorted mind with how you all have been, what’s new with you? what’s going on in your world?

i was going to promise that i would see you again soon, but we all know how madam sushii is at the moment, so ill see you later..

love you, forever and always.

xo’s sushiikinss.

ps, still in the invisibility cloak cause gurl, i look like a potato. 🥔

[sweetnekoheart]

Happy Heavenly Birthday Selvi Abraham!

This Is A Lovely Beautiful Birthday Gift For This Beautiful Woman From India, Who Died 3 Months Ago, After Seeing The Video Of Her Death, I Don't Know What Happen To Her, But I Hope This Beautiful Woman Enjoys In Heaven, I Tried Drawing Her Hair Style And Outfit Based On The Portrait Of Herself From The Beginning Of The Video

Here's What Happen To Her (Note: This Video May Be In Tamil But I Know It's Sad)

[a-girl-named-angel]

Sad Starter for: @scarlxtleaves

Angel didn’t suspect much when an ambulance zoomed past her when she was on her way home from work, nor did she find it odd when it made that same odd turn she usually made when she went home.

But, that sudden sound of the breaks that followed. That sent her heart soaring and her feet racing.

She knew her grandparents were old. They weren’t exactly young when they found her as a babe, but she thought she had more time before this happened.

Given they had retired, it was the couple they left their restaurant to that made the call, he usually saw the two come down by dinner time as they lived above. But when they didn’t, one of them went to check. Thats when they saw and made the call.

They were announced dead on arrival. Cause was unknown but it was likely they simply just got too old and passed. But, they died together. Holding each other.

Angel ran pass all means of security to see what happened. Even if she could smell the lingering scent of death. But when she saw them being rolled out, she fell to her knees and let out the loudest cry she ever made in her life.

The ones who found her in the capsule and raised her form infancy. Gone.

The ones who taught her how to cook and gave her those heartfelt meals when days were at their worst. Gone.

The ones who encouraged her when she found her powers and let her use them for their restaurant. Gone.

They. Were. Gone. And would never. Ever come back.

Her cries were heard from all over the town. Those who didn’t come out from the ambulance, came out when they heard her scream. Many folks tried to comfort her, but between the sounds that no one ever heard her make before and that her additional appendages gave some the impression that she’d attack if approached.

But despite the appearance and sounds, she just wanted to be held. She wanted her “baba” and “jiji” to hold her and tell her it was going to be ok. Like they always did.

[supakixbabe]

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Im actually close to giving up this time… I feel like.. life just wasn’t meant for me. I’m 26. Possibly autistic. Wasn’t taught basic life skills to live. Way behind in life. Hated by people. Disliked by most. Undatable. Unlovable. Mental health issues. Medical health issues (that are disregarded because they think I’m crazy). Alone. Shitty family members. Gaslit by doctors. Abandoned a lot. Worthless.

Y’all might end up saying I’m an attention seeker or saying this for attention, but I’m not. I’m in pain. Misery. Nothing seems to be getting better as time goes on.

I’m alone in this. All of this.

Birthday is next month, do I even deserve to see the age 27 on the 30th.

💔🥺😞

[mercutio-the-broken]

“There’s no hope left for me~

Crushed underfoot by all the sea~

I may never see her again~

But hey, a bard can dream…”

[dhampiravidi]

me rambling about comfort characters & mental health below the cut. Explains why Clace makes me uncomfortable, aside from me thinking it’s a puppy love forced ship—

I realize that I wish when I saw JCB at that con, we’d talked. Not only bc I value a conversation so much more than a picture or an autograph (bc I’d actually get to interact w/him, since I find him fascinating as a person) but bc I need him to tell me that, even though I’m depressed & chubby, I’d still have the same chance w/Jace Herondale as before—even if that’s not true, even if that’s ridiculous bc he’s a fictional character. Jace appeared in my dreams a fair amount from HS to uni, always in happy dreams where we’d either hunt or go on dates. He was always KIND, even though I was meeting people who kept dumping me (we weren’t even dating). In other words, he encouraged me to be myself & feel worthy of love. & now that I’m in a darker place, he only appears to tell me that he’s given up hunting & he’s dating Clary again. He doesn’t even smile at me anymore really. It’s a horrible symbol of how much I’ve messed myself up & let myself go. I shouldn’t rely on anyone to help me feel better, but fuck—I know I need friends like you guys. I know more bad thoughts & people won’t make me feel better.

So that’s why Jace Herondale is a comfort character for me, why I can’t RP him as a love interest for anyone & why I blocked Clace as a tag, petty as it is.

btw- JCB was actually extremely sweet for the 7 seconds I got w/him. I gave him a letter basically appreciating his work & briefly mentioning Jace (letter was strategically spaced to help w/his dyslexia), then he said, “Bless you!” in his lovely accent & we took a picture.

[penandswords]

hc + 💔 for a headcanon about a sad experience

From This Meme SET (Still accepting)

/There is a scar on Rima's left shoulder. It is the result of a stab wound she received the day she decided to leave for UA.

On her final entry into the city, Her younger brother RIN high jacked a train. In the end he was arrested, but not before making an attempt on Rima's life.

Rima doesn't say it, but that final interaction with Rin left a voidness in her heart.

She will always remember the hurt in his eyes, when she helped get him out of the trains system.

She remembers feeling the saddening sense of betrayal when that knife went in. Not just from herself, but from her young brother.

Sometimes, when she looks at the scar, or the tattoo that has been placed over it. She is reminded of the bonds she had to cut, in order to do what was right.

And the emotional pain from that moment, hurts just as bad as it did when he stabbed her./

[starlightiing]

7 Weeks without Grandma today.

I am thinking back to her services - we didn't have a funeral, she didn't want one - just a closed casket gathering of family and friends for one night.

Before she passed, she asked me in the hospital (knowing that I've been a writer since I was in second grade) to write something nice and read it at her casket.

It was the hardest thing I've ever done in my life, but I did it. I like to think she would've enjoyed what I wrote, and been proud of it. Of me.

I miss her. I miss her terribly. I took some of her things home with me this weekend and I can't really look at these things without just breaking down. I still can't talk about her without breaking down. I can't even touch the little notebook I wrote my speech in without getting incredibly overwhelmed with emotion.

I can't believe I've actually made it 7 weeks without my best friend. There's nothing I want more in this world than a grandma hug.

I hope every day, even though I've not done much at all since she's passed, that she's still proud of me. I just want to make her proud.

[bloodofthefates]

X. spontaneously burst into tears on my drive home from work because I miss my mama 👌🏻 glad to be home & hiding on the dash for the night 😔

[mariasabanahabanabana]

I'm usually not very clear about some things in this life, however, the day I "come home" will probably be the last time I do...

[nia1sworld]

I'll just never be good enough for anyone or my arts

I feel incredibly unwanted and uncared for right now.

[malka-lisitsa]

feeling really alone lately. Ive never contemplated deleting this blog before like the past week. Just doesn't feel safe anymore. Feels empty. Like no one cares. Which is dumb bc i know a lot of you do. But its empty for other reasons and I think those hurt the worst.

Ill delete this is the morning but for now im just really sad. Theres a lot missing in my life right now and every fiber of me is screaming for it to come back. It just hurts. Im tired. Tired of everything tbh.

It's late and im over thinking... sorry for bothering. I'll delete this later...

[wandamaximoffbae]

I was doing chores and…

so I’m in the midst of vacuuming my couch (bc dog hair yk) and my dog come up to and just starts cuddling me and stuff (stop I literally love her) and then I started crying. I started crying because lately I’ve been feeling genuine happiness. Not the rush from antidepressants or any other meds but real pure happiness. Like I want to hug myself and I feel like I deserve the things I have. This is so momentous because I’ve been battling mental illness and almost succumbed and lost myself to it this summer. I think that the biggest thing is taking small steps and setting reachable goals. No one can control me but me now. ♥️ this is so important to me because in past relationships people have seen me as need or clingy but really I’m just showing emotion. My emotions were dismissed and belittled, that’s why I struggle with giving my all to people, especially myself. My old 100% was more like 30. Then I started to do some reflection and I started to work on turning my life around. I got a job and switched my major. I cut ties with the people I had to. I cut my hair instead of myself. My healing started with my image. Now I eat what I want without others judgement. I wear what I want for ME. And I couldn’t have done it with the people around me today. I love you. ♥️

[detritiviolet]

i just want some chips, but the puppy, puppy so crazy =(