#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. 💙

[make-cutump-canon]

I'm thinking about a hypothetical scenario for the upcoming chapters of deltarune, when the player's vessel inevitably becomes a separate character from kris and interacts with a college age asriel. I'm thinking about how there's gonna be so many tragic reminders about how this isn't your asriel. All that tragedy you went through in undertale? Never happened. You'll hold onto him, tell him how much you've missed him, but he won't remember you. You'll watch longingly from a distant, as he interacts with kris and the others, never remembering anything about you. But that's okay. He's alive, and he's happy. You can't stop crying, for some reason.

[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. 🥔

[lazyreinelle]

I want to rant about Poppy Playtime Chapter 4.

I feel really sad about Doey the Dough man. I mean he kept on saying he just wanted to go home. Come on man-

[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)

[penandswords]

When Rima 1st arrived in the city. She was overstimulated.

Trapped in a world full of far to many first.

Constant noise created by the city, compared to a small town that was mostly quiet. New Faces she had to learn to trust, All while knowing she couldn't go back to the Old Faces she knowingly betrayed.

Fear of the new, and Guilt from the old.

No Sleep, She could barely bother to eat anything.

It felt as if two worlds were slamming into one another, with the force of colliding stars.

Those first 3 months Were hell. Meeting person after person, and listening to varying opinions on the situation she blindly tossed herself into.

A lot of pacing from one side of the room to the other. As the anxiety overwhelmed her that she couldn't keep still.

Until eventually, all that stress and fear came crashing down, and she let herself fall to the exhaustion, and the storm of feelings she'd been trying so hard to shove down.

[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.

💔🥺😞

[sec-heriablangel]

(TW: Blood and Cannibalism) Gold is a cannibal boy... (LostSorrow)

Gold is eating someone... Sorrow is really crying and see him

He's shocked to see her

[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.

[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.