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#I miss my friend
aimseytv · 8 months
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If you gained the ability to teleport and could go anywhere RIGHT NOW where would you go? :3c
michela
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v2is-baby · 2 months
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I'm so lonely I hate this
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iiota · 1 month
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god i wish it was so easy to just tell people you were fine and then one day you would not be so miserable
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drabblesbyjubs · 1 year
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Why Kazuha and I should date; a comprehensive list
1. We both like the color red
2. We both like nature
3. We both give off stoner vibes
4. We both have a dead friend
5. He’s hot
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dire-straits-fn8ic · 1 month
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sometimes I cry
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laurawful · 5 months
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there will always be a place for you, in my heart; it sits empty now. I hope that one day, you'll come back to that place, and stay a while.
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kleoplasm · 1 year
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I have been overcome with an intense feeling of grief. I most truly miss Le Petit Prince. So much. It's unreal.
Ya, I saw my moth friend playing hide and seek with him and teared up. I'm not ashamed.
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mori-sempai · 7 months
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Grieving really is bullshit like why is it I can think about them normally for 99% of the time but that 1% kicks my ass for a whole day
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halebobgr · 7 months
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I realised every time I draw him it turns into angst so...
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annekewrites · 3 months
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I don't know how to process this
Two weeks and a day ago, I found out that one of my closest friends from college, someone I wanted to spend more time with recently but hadn't because of All The Everything as well as a few more specific to me reasons even though we lived not that far away from each other...was found dead at his house.
There is a murder case.
My life, which has a lot of complex moving parts right now, goes on because it has to.
Even though his...won't, can't.
When I lost a friend to suicide while I was at college, his was the door I knocked on in the middle of the night. Our friendship was mildly strained in the week leading up to that, because his girlfriend had been MY girlfriend the week prior, and I'd said I'd need a few days to sulk about it all but then I'd be fine.
There were reasons we weren't as close almost 30 years later, things we didn't quite see eye to eye on, not the BIG stuff that would've made being friends at all impossible but a bunch of small difficult things that I know we were both hoping to resolve.
And then.
Our mutual ex-girlfriend-still-very-good-friend, who lives on the other coast, called to tell me what happened. Bad news has to travel across the damn continent to come back to me.
I'm feeling a lot of big messy things about all this that I don't even know what to do with.
Mostly I just miss my friend. The obituary talks a lot about his work, his family, his faith, his hobbies, and near the end says simply "he was a good man."
Yes. He was. And that shouldn't BE "was".
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leftdestiny-posts · 9 days
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Grief is so weird because you're doing alright and then it creeps up out of nowhere
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Spring break road trip. J and his copilot. Who is kind of sleeping on the job now.
He's seriously doing better than all the other road trips in the RV we've tried so far. No shaking or spazzing out. No panting.
I want to send these photos to A, and tell him how good G is doing this time around, and tell him when we're approaching the Tennessee border, but I can't, so you guys get them instead.
I hope when I cry today it's not in front of my son.
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mactyr · 3 months
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To visit a friend
The forest groaned and creaked in the wind, foreshadowing the coming storm. The Gilnean, who was wrapped in bandages and dark leathers, sighed and glanced at the sky. He pulled up his hood and returned to his weary march through the Blackwald. Every step down the hill made him wince, the pain in his side threatening to bring forth his wolf. His foot slipped on a wet rock and he stepped down a little too hard causing him to grunt, his eyes flashed orange and teeth elongated. His form seemed to ripple; he took several deep breaths and leaned against a nearby tree. Opening a pouch on his hip he pulled out some Peacebloom, a simple herb to help with the pain, and chewed it slowly, he knew he needed to save his magic. His wounds could wait.
As his breath steadied, the fur receded and his eyes returned to their normal hue. He glared up toward the sky as the first drop of rain hit him square in the eye. He growled and pulled his cloak tight then resumed his slow march into the forest. The ground finally leveled out and patches of red started to appear on the forest floor. He was getting close. The next bend brought him to a glade where a gigantic tree crowned the forest. "Almost there," he grunted, "Tal'doren looks well enough after all this time." As he neared the tree, he could feel his emotions calm and some of his weariness melt away. The tree seemed to still have a soothing effect on his wolf.
His stride quickened as the tree eased his pain, he walked around the base of the tree towards the back and swiftly hobbled up a small hill. At the top he stopped and knelt down at a mound of earth, a marker stood at one end. He took a deep breath, the rain almost sensing what was to come started to fall harder, a soft chorus, a background to words of grief.
"Hello Lys," he choked, "We finally did it. We cleared the city, Gilneas is ours, we have a home again." He paused and took a shuddering breath, tears streaming down his face into his beard. "I don't know what happened to the others. Many fell, lost to battles, both physical and mental. I almost lost myself after you..." he paused to wipe the tears away. "After you fell I was lost, I missed my friend...I miss my friend." He continued on, pain in his voice, "I never thought we would be home, I never thought I'd be able to visit you again." He paused for a long time, the sky weeping as he was. “I hoped I would be able to choke up chunks of my own sins, tell you of all that transpired since that day. Now that I’m here I don’t know what to say except I’m so sorry.” He closed his eyes and wept silently.
After some time he softly spoke again "I brought you a gift." He reached into his pack and pulled out a folded tabard with a rose on top. "The Hounds have all but disbanded, this is the last piece I could find of them and I felt it was right to bring it here to rest with you. It’s the only place I could think of that would be peaceful enough to ease the pain." He laid the tabard down and stuck the rose into the ground to the side of the grave. Whispering softly, he reached out and touched the rose, using what druidic magic he had left he asked it to grow. Moments later there was a large rose bush next to the grave, flowers of all colors blooming in the rain. "I haven't used the Gift in years, this is all I have left after the battle." Clutching his side the pain spiked, he couldn't hold the wolf back anymore. The change was swift, and with a growling voice he spoke, "I know I should take better care, I needed to save what magic I had left for your gift. Don't worry, I'll recover and return soon to tend the roses. I'm glad to be home." He paused as he struggled to choke out the words, "I wish you were here."
With a final deep breath he let out a howl, full of all the pain and rage and grief. As his voice gave out, he could hear throughout the forest, wolves were responding. Wide eyes looked around and his hands came to his face as he wept.
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m0us34rt · 22 days
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I hate when I miss my only emo friend/favorite person but then have to be reminded he’s now my super Christian ex boyfriend who cut me out of his life so that he could repent his sins..
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cyanide-rifle · 4 months
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annalaura_art on tt
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flaxen-kittie · 2 months
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Oh if you're going, take the train
So I can hear it rumble, one last rumble
And when you go, take this heart
I'll make no more use of it when there's no more you
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