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bl00dfroma-fairy · 4 days

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deathgripsdog · 7 months

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tumblr pleading w me not to post this

#naruto #sasuke #loss #parody #sakura #narusasu #miscarriage #hospital #kabuto #this is so fuckin stupid lmao #its perfect #my art #unfortunately #artists on tumblr #team 7 #loss.jpg #sadness and sorrow #if anybody wants a shitty comm or to donate just send an ask

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cheesee-cakee · 4 months

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i wish you were him,

i wish all the lovely words were his,

i wish the kindness and affection you felt for me came from him.

i long for his touch,

i long for his smile and laugh,

i long for everything he is.

i cannot forget his joy,

i cannot forget the love he gave me,

i cannot forget him.

it breaks me, knowing i wont have him.

it breaks me, knowing he doesn't think of me.

it breaks me, to know that his love, his joy, his smile, his laugh, his touch, his sadness, and anger are going elsewhere.

i'd love to bear his struggles,

i'd love to shoulder the pain of this world with him.

i'd love to take away every piece of agony that is embedded into his soul, and intertwine it with mine.

i want to kiss his eyelids, let them close, and let him know that he doesnt have to struggle anymore, i will carry his affliction.

i want to kiss every inch of his soul and write love letters on his skin

i want to kiss him.

i want him and only him, i want him to come back and give me a chance.

please i am ready for you,

i will sacrifice everything and anything,

please come back.

i desperately look for your approval,

i desperately crave your conversations,

i desperately crave you.

i wish he was you, and i wish you were him.

i have settled,

but if he came back,

my deepest sympathies and condolences to your heart.

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majestic-oakenboner · 27 days

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Welp ao3 is down, welp guess I gotta work now

#ao3 #sadness and sorrow

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youidiotwecouldbeenus · 5 months

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EVEN PINTEREST DOESN'T LOVE ME

#good omens #good omens 2 #ineffable husbands #ineffable divorce #michael sheen #david tennant #aziraphale #crowley #aziracrow #neil gaiman #season 2 #good ineffable omens #ineffable disaster #Pain #Good omens pain #sadness and sorrow #Pinterest

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gale-gentlepenguin · 9 months

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ML AU but whenever Adrien’s sad. This music plays

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#miraculous ladybug #ml #ml s***post #sadness and sorrow #Adrien agreste #Youtube

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eternaldisguise · 13 days

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I was attached to a false hope...

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kiwicvts · 9 months

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In the realm of human emotions, sadness often stands as a formidable force that can infiltrate our very being. It is a state of mind that engulfs us, leaving no corner of our existence untouched. Today, I bring you a short poem that delves into the depths of sorrow and the overwhelming nature of its grip.

In the darkest corners of our soul, Sadness takes its heavy toll. Like a lingering fog on a desolate moor, It blankets our essence, seeping to the core.

With each passing moment, it tightens its hold, Constricting our thoughts, leaving us cold. The weight upon our shoulders, burdensome and vast, Sadness consumes us, an all-encompassing blast.

It wraps around our heart, squeezing it tight, Draining the colors, turning them to night. It whispers despair into our weary minds, Leaving no solace, no respite to find.

Like a relentless tide, it crashes and sways, Leaving us drowning in its melancholic haze. Its tendrils of sorrow, they curl and they creep, We struggle to break free, yet they continue to seep.

Oh, how it controls our every stride, Sadness, a relentless master, we can't hide. We yearn for escape, a fleeting reprieve, But in its clutches, we're destined to grieve.

As we navigate the complexities of life, let us not forget the immense power that sadness can hold over us. It is a force that demands acknowledgment and understanding. May we find solace in the knowledge that we are not alone in our struggles, and together, we can strive to find the light amidst the darkness.

#sadness quotes #sadness and sorrow #sadness hours #sad poem #sad poetry #self h@rm #self healing #self help #you're not alone

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fanaticsnail · 3 months

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Ya know they just asked for x readers to be tagged properly because they don't enjoy reading them but still want people to post them

Why would you think that them asking for posts to be tagged equates to them saying your writing isn't worthy of being seen?

Hello, love!

If you read my latest reblog of the reblog (of the reblog of the blog {I know and I'm sorry}): the word "blacklist" made me feel like I had done something wrong.

A similar feeling of the like of a puppy that's chewed on a favourite slipper: ruining it for it's master. I don't know why, but I felt like I was personally corrupting some of the One-Piece magic for people by writing "x reader".

Just "blacklist" had me in a swirly-whirly mess of sorrow. It would've been more polite to say: "filter out" or "remove from my feed".

Truthfully, I don't know. I have been feeling a small amount of unworthy lately, and that post made my heart ache a little down the path leading to more sadness.

I made the executive and conscious decision to actively take the words (particularly "blacklist") to heart, which I understand was not the author's intention in the slightest.

It read to me like disapproval or repugnance at what I'd been producing to add my personal flavour profile into the fandom. I know it was not the intention, nor the vibe - it was an active choice my mind made to hold me hostage to the sad thoughts.

I have learnt from this encounter, and I am growing in knowledge of how truly diverse one-piece fandom preference is. We're all fans of this beautiful world Oda has created, it was just the feeling of: "yucking someone's yum" that had me feeling down.

To get myself out of the sad spiral: I got out of bed, had a black coffee, got in my best cottagecore outfit - and proceeded to ruin it by harvesting cucumbers and zucchinis in my backyard garden.

Thanks for your ask. I actively chose to read this with the flavour of compassion - as I would offer in the similar likeness in return.

#one piece #x reader #conversations #fic writing spiral #sadness and sorrow #yes i was a naruto girly back in the day #one piece fic preference #conversations worth having

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loonylupinblack3 · 9 months

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thinking about the fact that Harry was there for every one of the marauder's deaths 😢

#marauders era #marauders #sirius black #james potter #remus lupin #petter pettigrew #character death #death #sadness and sorrow #sad gurl #Marauder

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arinewman7 · 1 year

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Sadness and Sorrow

Photography by Tom Mc Nemar

#Tom Mc Nemar #art #artist #painter #Sadness and Sorrow #Photography by Tom Mc Nemar

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feelings-are-pain · 11 months

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! Warning Mentions of sensitive topics !

I stared out the window as she left, tears falling down my eyes.

He was gone.

He was gone...

The more I thought about it the more tears fell. I loved him. Why? It had been such a good day... for me. How long had he been alone? How long had he been suffering through them? How long had he been having the seizures?

I had been so excited when he was diagnosed. Now I had someone just like me! A diabetic! Of course, he would never truly understand my pain and I could never truly understand his. But either way, I had been so excited! Untill....

Until he started to not eat. He began to eat less and less and he began to loose an immense amount of weight. Soon he refused to eat at all.

I had to begin syringe feeding him. It was torture not only for me but also for him. Having to hold him securely- but not tightly- and shoving the syringe down his throat made me want to cry.

We knew it was the end.

One day, we went swimming at our favorite beach! I brought a friend and it took my mind off the situation... Until we got home again. My friend and I went into my room, laughing away. My sister soon frantically came into the room, looking for me. I hid. I thought it'd be funny. Until she spoke those fateful words.

"Mickey is having seizures on the floor!"

I froze. What?! She was already crying. I bolted up and ran out into the living room. He was on the floor, covered in his own feces. I sat down next to him and began petting him, tears filling my eyes.

I wanted to scream. Shout. Cry. But I knew that wouldn't help. He was already told far gone. He was just a shell of a being, barely alive anymore. I just sobbed. At that moment I hated everything. I hated diabetes (more than I usually do), I hated myself for not helping more, I hated myself for not being here, I hated my mom, I hated my friend, I hated everyone and everything.

Accept for him. I loved him so. I sat with him for 30 minutes just crying and trying to say goodbye. Then I stood up. I went to the closet and grabbed his favorite blanket. It was a "Trolls" comforter, with one side being very soft. I wrapped him up gently in the soft side and lifted him up.

I carried him out to the car and gave him one last kiss on the head. I made sure he would be as comfortable as possible, knowing that as long as he was still alive he'd be in discomfort.

"I love you Mickey."

The last words I ever spoke to him before I went inside. I just sat and stared pit the window as my mom left. As HE left. Asy beat friend left me.

I still think about him often, even though it happened about 3 years ago. I still love him and think about him.

Though I've healed, the scar will remain forever.

#sadness and sorrow #Pain #love #diabetes #loss #regret #emotions

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cr0wsofamurder · 1 year

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5 Stages

CW // Mentions of Huntingtons Disease, Grief, Death, very slight mention of drug addiction

nobody can find me here in my family, so this is a poem i made about my cousin. she was recently diagnosed with huntingtons disease and i’ve been going through a bit of anticipatory grief.

It was a normal day

I was going to a lab

I was going to learn about science

Because that’s what I like to do

Go to breakfast, it’s a call from her dad

They’re going to get her results

I feel fear overwhelm myself as Uncle Tony

Starts to fucking bawl

I get a .97

I can pipette in a lab

And as I come back, happy and smiling

Nobody else is.

My mom tells me-

She has it.

I try to compose myself-

Huntingtons, just like her mother

It’ll kill her, won’t it?

But I’m not a writer like Bach

I can’t write the notes in, my hands are too shaky

My eyes are overrun by tears

And the thought that I can pipette in a lab

Is far gone

Just the image of her turning out

like her mother

5 stages.

That’s how many stages of grief there are

Denial- no, no, there’s no way, the others didn’t have it, no, no, but the day was so good, Mom, you didn’t prepare me for this-

Anger- why her, why not her meth head brother, why didn’t her mother just decide not to have kids-

Bargaining- let her get help, oh, we can help her, she’ll live a great life-

Depression- crying in her arms at lunch, telling me “It’s okay” when I don’t feel like it is because she’s not gonna be there for ALL of my life-

Acceptance- you cried at lunch, but she’s still here, she told her father “I’ll wake up just the same tomorrow”, and I woke up with the same heavy emotions.

Of course they never happen in order

And you never want to see them.

#poetry #angst #huntingtonsdisease #illnesses #family #griefjourney #anticipated grief #grieving #sadness and sorrow #poets on tumblr

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recovering-poetic-writer · 1 year

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Dear teenager :A letter from another

I know you feel sad

Just a little bit numb inside

Like you're not supposed to be alive

A problem to everyone's lives

Don't dare think you're going to far

Its not like you can chase it away

It's a dark blob roaming around

It's hurting your head

And your weak heart

You're quavering in fear

Thinking what they'll say

If the hear your thoughts to be no more

If they see the scars from the sharp cuts

And the harm they have done

From years of little neglect

Friend and family reminding you of fiction

They exist but to you deceased

You fight your demons every day

Yet acting like its okay

You cried again

But what for

You can't tell, even yourself

Are you going insane?

The anxiety has become a friend

And depression, a twin

The mirror won't reflect

What's in your dark-ing heart

Daydream's an escape

But a fatal one at that

You'll still be back to the reality

Did you try to tell them

Did they say 'its just a phase'

Or something like ' you're overreacting'

I've been there

I know the feeling

Trying hard to be perfect

But you're only human

I'm only human

Why won't they see that we bleed too

I'm uncomfortable

It just a hollow in my mind

The place I felt secured

There's just a hollow in my heart

The place where I kept my trust

But who should I share it with

Not a single soul

Who should I cry on

No shoulder at all

After all, they don't really care

The words 'are you okay?'

Will scatter my defenses

A long hug

I'll be sniffling and wailing

So a fellow teen

I'm here to hear

Because I know the fear

It hugs me tight

Every single night

Hey, if your feeling insecure, sad, numb, empty or lacking motivation constantly. It could be signs of mental illnesses. If you're a teen and you can feel the wound that's deep inside please comment. Find someone to talk to even if you also feel it, we all need it. Even I will listen.

Please reblog let someone that needs this see this

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officialmontysimp · 2 years

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Akutagawa x reader (Part 2)

Aku x ---- part 2:

This is going to be different..How do I put it? Ending? It's not the ending you all wanted but it's the ending we all need. So, I do hope you all enjoy what I have written! Warnings: Implied smut, sadness, comfort, I'm really sad at the time of writing this. So, whatever. Aftercare, and swearing?? Please bare with me.

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Y/n was in the bathtub, the warm water soaking over their body after an hour of fun. Fun with Akutagawa, that is. They sighed, sinking lower into the tub with a soft smile forming on their lips. Akutagawa was an amazing, but silent person. I guess you can say it was the same in bed. The shared bedroom had a bathroom connected to it, where Y/n was located. Where was Akutagawa? That black haired man was in bed, covered up by the blankets that they had gotten, stolen. The door was creaked open, Y/n never really wanting to close it fully due their tiredness. They sighed contently once more, their fingers glossing over the small bite marks left on their skin. They were happy. Truly happy. Whenever they are with Akutagawa, it always seems that their worries, sadness, fears... just washed away.

Once Y/n seemed happy with their now washed body, they sat up and leaned over the bathtub. They placed their hand on their cheek, resting their face as the sleeping man had found their attention. Their e/c sparking slightly, a small hue spreading over their face. Within a few seconds, they stood up, wrapping a towel around their body. Another towel went to their h/c locks, squeezing it to make sure the water was all dried out. Akutagawa doesn't like being wet, even more so when he's asleep. This brings another thing to Y/n's mind. Akutagawa's sickness. They had to be careful with what and who they were around. Who knows what kind of sicknesses people have. A frown tugged on their lips, their hand curling up into a small fist as they held their towel. They looked over. They knew. They always had. He was dying. And there was nothing they could do to save him. Time was limited. There's never enough time. They knew they had to cherish what they have. And in the future, cherish what they had left...of him.

Y/n's nose twitched as they tried to think positively. They, as well as Akutagawa, always had trouble with thinking on the bright side. Why? There was almost no brightside to any situation. They only had each other to look to. With a quivered breath, Y/n turned off the light and closed the door to the bathroom. They made their way to bed, dropping their towel on the floor. With a small thud of the towel, Akutagawa shifted, being the light sleeper he was. "..Are you going to pick that up, darling?" Akutagawa cringed slightly as his nickname for them, resting his eyes once more. "You don't have to call me anything special, just my name is fine, honey." Y/n explained, shifting to wrap their arms around Akutagawa's back. He tensed under the contact but within a few minutes, he eased into the small cuddle. "-And yes, I'll pick it up.."

"When will you do that?" He muttered, feeling your hot breath against his neck. He wasn't uncomfortable, this was just...so new to him. "...Mm..When Chuuya becomes taller." Y/n hummed out a giggle, burying their face into his hair. His fluffy hair. "That's what I thought..Never." Y/n inhaled a bit, leaving small kisses on his head, going down to his neck. "I thought you had enough..?" Akutagawa asked quietly, raising his non-existent eyebrow. "I did, and you were wonderful. Who knew someone so quiet can be so-" Y/n was cut off by Akutagawa pulling away from their cuddle. "No! I was kidding! I was kidding! Come back here and cuddle me, you kitten!" Y/n pulled him back with a dissatisfied grunt coming from a certain pouty man. "First off, I'm not a kitten. That's that stupid kid from the Agency-" "Atsushi is a tiger-" "Second, I'm feared through the Port Mafia. Kittens are not feared. I'd say I am more of a dog but Dazai-San dislikes dogs so.." Akutagawa was having a one way conversation. With himself, Quietly. Again.

Y/n rolled their eyes, sitting up. They placed a hand on his chin, forcing him to look at them. Akutagawa shut up. Y/n placed their lips on his, softly kissing him. They both sighed contently, melting into each other's touches. Y/n pulled away before laying back down, pulling him back in. Y/n returned their head to his hair, smelling his scent. "I love you, Akutagawa. I truly do. I see great potential in you. And no matter what, I will always be proud of everything you do. Just..." "I love you too, Y/n.. Just..?" Y/n sighed, tears pricking at their eyes. Tears flowed down their face, with light sobs coming from their lips. "Just don't leave me... Don't die on me.. Please.."

"Don't fear, Y/n. I'm not going anywhere soon."

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I get it, it's short. again. And I know this isn't what you wanted but I wrote it! I feel like this could go into an actual story..

Well, I hope you enjoyed it! <3

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xovera-toz · 2 years

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Naruto: Listen up, everybody! If you see someone worrying about something, or someone's mad for a reason not concerning you- don't bother yourself. Don't let it ruin your day. If you do, than that's all your life will be; sadness and sorrow. You have your own stuff to worry about in your own damn time.

Sasuke: Hypocrite.

Sakura: That was surprisingly deep coming from you.

Naruto: I have my moments.

#anime #naruto #incorrect quotes #uzumaki naruto #naruto incorrect quotes #haruno sakura #uchiha sasuke #mental health #sadness and sorrow

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