#sad memories | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

Visit Blog

Explore Tumblr blogs with no restrictions, modern design and the best experience.

Fun Fact

Tumblr has a low social media market share in South America.

btsbabe7 · 21 days

Text

Kicking my feet in the air, sobbing real tears!!! I’m so fucking thankful that I got to see Fall Out Boy. High school and college me are sobbing and shaking in a corner right now!!!!!!! The things their music got me through, omfg!! 😭😭

#fall out boy concert #fall out boy #fob concert #fob #happy memories #sad memories #good music #good times #life is strange #patrick stump #pete wentz #andy hurley #joe trohman #thnks fr th mmrs #so much for stardust #so much for (tour) dust

20 notes · View notes

supernaturalfan8193 · 5 months

Text

they wore the same outfits IM CRYING!!!

#dean winchester #sam winchester #sad memories #first episode #last episode #memories #im cryin

34 notes · View notes

clickerflight · 5 months

Text

Esial: Part 10 - Night walk

Aaaaand we're back, bois!!! I know I said I was going to do Fallen, but Fallen is complicated in my head right now so I came over here. Hopefully there will be even more writing since I'm feeling recovered from the story I put on here in October.

Masterlist

Part 9

Content: Mostly just sad boi hours. Mentions of tramatic expiriences and that's about it. Our boi does break down.

..........................................

Joseph was tired, but significantly more relaxed as he went back into work after his day off. He had to keep from opening his phone to look at the pictures he’d taken with Muir at the museum together.

He reached the front desk to pick up the paperwork he needed to do for the evening before he got on with his other tasks and nodded to the vampire behind the counter.

“Evening, Paliop.”

“Evening,” she said, not looking up from what she was typing. “You clocked in?”

“Not yet.”

“I’ll wait to tell you, then.”

Joseph felt his heart sink as he opened his phone and clocked into work. He put his phone back and asked, “What?”

“Now, don’t get too freaked out,” she said in the way of person who fully understood that you would freak out upon hearing their next words, “But there was an accident with Esial yesterday. One of the glass hallways got smashed and he got roasted. I did most of the paperwork for you since you weren’t there and it needed to be done quickly. I deserve a coffee for that, by the way. But he’s fine. Anastasia took it upon herself to watch after him and he seemed fine. Well, as fine as he could be, I guess. It would probably be a good idea if you talked to him.”

Paperwork and chatting would have to wait, then.

“Right,” Joseph said, trying to keep the sigh out of his voice. “I’ll get right on that, then. Thanks.”

Paliop nodded and went back to typing as Joseph picked up his packet of paperwork, stopping at his office to drop it off, and headed through the halls to Esial’s door. He didn’t hear anything inside, though he could smell the ancient vampire. Esial was a strange dilemma. He was so incredibly old, but really not mentally older than a couple centuries. It made the task of helping him a little more tricky. Joseph would of course do his best, but it was a lot to try and navigate on top of all of his other tasks.

He knocked gently on the door and listened quietly as there was movement inside.

Esial opened the door, dark eyes watching Joseph with a softness that wasn’t there before.

“Hello,” Esial said politely before simply turning and disappearing into the darkness of his room. Right. Even before Esial’s incident he was a loner. Manners weren’t really necessary out on your own.

Esial came back with the two crocodiles that Joseph and Muir had picked out for him, one tucked under each arm. Joseph noticed the damage the two appeared to have taken, and after a long moment of silence, Joseph asked, “Did you like them? I hope it didn’t upset you. I just wanted to get you something that might help.”

Esial looked down at each one carefully and nodded. “Yes. They are….” he cleared his throat and Joseph recognized the emotion that filled his face. “They are good.”

“Do… did you name them?”

Esial nodded. He turned to show the one with damage to the tail and said, “This is Jesep. And this one is Keta. They were… my favorite crocodiles.”

Joseph nodded. “Right. I’m glad I got them for you, then. Um… do you want to go for a walk?”

Esial hummed. “Is it dark?”

“Yes.”

He nodded and turned, putting the crocodiles back and coming back out with a cloak that appeared to have been made of one of his blankets. Joseph didn’t comment as he turned to lead the way to an exit, opening the door for Esial.

They stepped out onto the grass, which had Esial pause to feel the soft plant life on his bare feet before he continued.

Joseph put his hands in his pockets and cleared his throat as they started walking. “So, I know that things are… confusing. And hard for you. I want to help you in any way that I can. If you have questions you can ask me or anyone else, for that matter. We want to help you feel comfortable in the world again and go on living your life.”

Esial was silent, but nodded faintly, watching the ground in front of him as they walked, like he was making sure he wouldn’t step on anything that could hurt him.

“I think we’ll just start you off in the language classes. You’ve learned English really quickly, actually, but I know it’s hard to really get everything when you still don’t-”

“You lied to me. You said they were called forms. They are called paper.”

Joseph nearly choked on his surprise at the accusation. He searched his memory and faintly remembered the small talk they had at the precinct. “Oh, right. I didn’t lie to you, Esial, though I should have been more clear. I’m sorry. Do you want me to explain what forms are?”

Esial seemed to approve of the apology and nodded.

Joseph breathed an internal sigh of relief and said, “Right. So, paper is a sheet made from wood pulp. It’s used to write things down on.”

“Oh,” Esial said, nodding a little.

“The things written down on them can have different names as well. Like when you start classes, you’ll be giving homework, which is usually paper with the tasks witten on it given to you to help you learn. And forms are kind of like that. I’m not sure if I’ll be able to explain it very well to you, but forms are just important things written down on paper so we can look at them and remember what happened.”

Esial nodded, brow wrinkled with thought. “Okay. I understand.”

Joseph, once again relieved, said, “Learning a new language is hard. You’ll get it, though. Hey, I heard you made a friend yesterday. Anastasia, right?”

Esial nodded again. “Yes. Although, I do not know if we are friends.”

“Ah, gotcha,” Joseph said. “Well, she wouldn’t be a bad friend to have.”

The two vampires walked through the dark for a few more paces in silence, Esial still watching the ground and giving no indication of what he was thinking until he spoke again.

“I do not think I am safe for the humans to be around.”

“Oh?” Joseph asked, more worried than confused this time.

Esial nodded. “I… ever since I drank her blood, I want to drink theirs. I was hurt and I wanted to bite the human who came to help. I do not want to hurt them, but I want human blood all the time now.”

Joseph was surprised by this revelation and asked, “Wait, you never had any human blood before Joanna?”

Esial shook his head. “Only hippo blood and grains. Occasionally pig’s blood.”

“Ah,” Joseph said. “I’m surprised. Being a vampire born in the age you were, I would have thought you needed human blood to stay healthy.”

Esial shrugged. “I feel…. Stronger now. Breath better, sleep easier.”

Joseph nodded slowly. “Sounds like you needed some human blood. Animal blood will get you by, but you would have eventually gotten sick. I’ll get you into one of the therapists that help with the bloodlust issues. Controlling yourself really isn’t that hard and they can train you to help you keep your cool in intense situations so you don’t bite anyone on accident. Okay? You’ll be fine.”

“You’re sure?” Esial asked doubtfully.

“Yes. I’m sure. We have a lot of vampires who have some issues with controlling their thirst. We have people who will be able to help you pretty easily. Alright?”

Esial relaxed and nodded. “I am… glad. It is strange to not be on my own in things anymore.”

“I can imagine. Were you always alone? Besides your crocodiles?”

Esial shook his head. “No. I lived in a village with my parents, once.”

“How and when did you turn, if you don’t mind my asking?”

“There was a man traveling through. He spoke to my father about his magic… I think my father refused? I cannot remember well. The man stole me in a rage. I don’t remember anything until my father found me. I was unable to die after that, and I craved the blood of the forest creatures.”

Joseph nodded. “Do you remember what the man looked like?”

Esial shook his head, leaving Joseph not surprised but a little disappointed. There was a tale told by the older vampires that the whole stock of them originated from a single man who had gained immortality at the price of almost everything else. The stories changed from telling to telling, but Joseph entertained the idea and asked because Esial was old enough it was possible he had been turned by the oldest of the vampires.

“That’s alright. It was probably pretty traumatic. You don’t have to try and remember it for me.”

Esial nodded. They fell into another silence, this one a little more comfortable than the last before a detail registered in Joseph’s mind.

“Wait, magic? Your father could use magic?”

“Yes.”

“And he was human.”

“Yes. Is that strange?”

“Well, there’s never been a first hand account of a magic user being human. Some vampires can use magic and there’s a few giant folk around still that can give it a go, but no humans.”

Esial simply shrugged. “My father used magic. He created a stone for me that would protect me from the sun. It was the last thing I had of the village when that man came back and killed all of them while I was hunting for blood. I did not see him, but I recognized his smell.”

“I’m so sorry, Esial,” Joseph said softly. He wanted to hold back, to not let his curiosity and burning eagerness take from this moment, but he had to know. “That stone must have been incredibly precious to you. What happened to it?”

“I lost it,” Esial said, stopping in his tracks with great sorrow in his voice. “I lost it while I was being hunted. It was how they finally caught me.”

He rubbed at his eyes as Joseph gently put a hand on his shoulder, but Esial dropped out from under Joseph’s hand, soft sounds escaping his lips as he buried his face in his crouching knees.

Joseph sat down in the grass next to him, folding his hands in his lap while he waited.

Esial cried for a long time, occasionally slipping into the ancient forgotten language he had been raised with, pleading or apologizing from the tone of it over and over and over again until he finally calmed down.

He slowly leaned back till he sat on his butt, uncurling his legs and staring at his feet.

Joseph opened his mouth to say something, to comfort him or ask him if there was anything Joseph could do, but Esial got there first.

“Kyle,” he said, voice still watery. “I would like to speak with Kyle.”

Part 11

Let me know if you want to be on the tag list

Esial: @whumpsday @honeycollectswhump @writereleaserepeat @tragedyinblue @hyrules-sleepiest-knight @why-not-ask-me-a-better-question @thecyrulik

From Dust to Ashes: @whumpsday @writereleaserepeat @currentlyinthesprial@pigeonwhumps

#vampire whumpee #vampire caretaker #sad memories #mentions of death #bby having a bad night #ooh #but wat does he want to talk to Kyle about?#We shall have to wait and seeeee

22 notes · View notes

typhoonclyde · 1 year

Text

WARNING: This might make you cry

#msm #attmoz #my singing monsters #sad memories

28 notes · View notes

connectingwithsoul · 8 days

Text

Don't be with someone out of guilt. Don't make someone a charity case. You would always want more and you will never be satisfied with them. They deserve better than that. Don't let them or yourself settle for half-love. @connectingwithsoul

5 notes · View notes

timelordandhisart · 8 months

Text

Wasn't going to draw this, but found myself reluctant to delete the sketch that didn't turn out to be what I wanted.

#Harry Potter universe #Severus Snape portrait #sad memories #books on a mantelshelf #time-turner #Clip Studio Paint

13 notes · View notes

daisypoet77 · 2 years

Text

ache & rage.

There are days

where I don’t seem to mind

the ache of my feet

from the pebbles that make their way

into my shoes;

it is a welcomed distraction

from the ache in my chest,

my fathers rage: a burden I carry.

The older I get, the more

desperate I become

to escape my possible fate.

Rage, and ache.

Ache, and rage.

Rage over things I cannot control.

Ache over memories I thought

I had escaped long ago.

Rage, and ache.

Ache, and rage.

--original poem

77 notes · View notes

chaoticratking · 1 month

Text

missing someone who hurt you sucks.

we used to spend hours on the phone just talking or even sometimes just sitting in silence, listening to the other existing in their space.

she was one of the first people i called when my dad died.

i’ve called her to just listen to her talk about her day cause i needed a distraction from how much i wanted to hurt myself one night.

she used to call me when she was drunk just tell me how much she loved me, how important i was to her, how she didn’t think she’d still be here if it wasn’t me.

i’ve helped her leave abusive relationships, encouraged her first actually healthy relationship.

i was halfway in love with her.

it’s been over a year since we talked, since our friendship ended but i still have dreams about her, about how she’s doing, about herring closure as to why our friendship ended.

she hurt me more times then i can count. i don’t even know if she knew she was hurting me.

i’d spent countless nights worrying about whether she’d be alive in the morning.

she was rarely available to help me when i needed her, despite how many times id dropped everything to help her.

everything her to be about her towards the end.

i new what i could say to hurt her deep, but i never did.

i’ve cried over the ending of our friendship. cried over why it ended.

she carved a place for herself deep within me.

it’s still there, a gaping hole filled with with memories.

i miss her.

i want back everything i ever gave her. all of my love, all of my happiness, all of my help, all of my ignored advice.

i want it back.

#end of friendship #sad memories #sometimes i wonder #if she still thinks of me #the same way i still think of her #i hope i’m her biggest regret #i hope i haunt her for the rest of her life #the way i know she’ll haunt me

3 notes · View notes

mikavstheworldd · 1 month

Text

The memories are like an old scar or a healed wound. They’ll always be there and you’ll never forget what it felt like. But reliving it wouldn’t be what you really want because you are now scarred but still beautiful

#literature #philosophy #healed #old wounds #memories #sad memories #relatable #personal independance #quotes

2 notes · View notes

shutupdhan · 1 year

Text

"I just wanna fall asleep" I said as I rest my head on her lap, feeling the cool gentle breeze tickle my face, the air smelling sweet as ever. The hard cold marble floor felt more comfortable than my soft bed.

"You can take a nap" She said, sitting with her back resting against one of the pillars in that temple.

That temple. Painted with the subtle yet vibrant colours, overlooking the huge landscape of the green-brown soccer ground that extended as far as the eyes could see, where every evening the peacocks would appear cooing on top of the boundary walls. Dancing all around with their feathers extended. That temple was the epitome of calmness.

Neither of us moved as we lay there absorbing every bit of our experience. Recalling every little memory we made in that temple. Remember! the first time we went there? overdressed, with the make up and beautiful new kurtis. With the flowers on our hair, just to click some random pictures and post them on our Instagram. "Temple girls", we captioned it. Remember how the boys came without even taking a bath and how we disgusted them. How prasad slipped his foot almost falling? Remember? Do you?

Remember? every evening we went there and sat on the soft grass staring at the beautiful white clouds. Watching the day fade away into the most beautiful hues of orange and red. Everyday gossip we shared about our class?

Remember? when we were caught in the rain one day and took cover under the huge plants in front of the dean's house?

Remember when we all gathered there on our last day, to plan a protest to let management let us go.

Do you remember? Everything? Because I can't forget it. Ever. Those memories still live in me as fresh as that day. When I close my eyes I can see it all like it's there in front of me.

You are there in front of me.

17 notes · View notes

franco25-us · 2 months

Text

What if...? - Sad memories

During a visit, Peter Parker talks to Mina Ashido about his past and his losses in the battle against Thanos. Such events would be the deaths of his of parents, his uncle Ben and his friends (Harry Osborn, Miles Morales, Mary Jane Watson and Gwen Stacy). However, he could safe his aunt May.

Bonus:

Mina Ashido: I can't help but feel sorry. That's all. "Crying"

Peter Parker: I know, but Mina, I could safe my aunt May.

Mina Ashido: I'm happy for you. "Wiping away tears"

Peter Parker: Mina, don't worry about it. My life has been getting better since Thanos was defeated.

Mina Ashido: ¿Seriously? ¿How?

Peter Parker: I made new friends in my universe and here too, I'm an avenger and my grades are better... but... ¿do you know what's the best part?

Mina Ashido: ¿What?

Peter Parker: I met you. "Smiling"

Mina Ashido: "Kissing Peter"