Sad - Blog Posts
REMEMBER
YOUR MENTAL ILLNESS DOESN'T OWN YOU,
YOU OWN YOUR MENTAL ILLNESS.
I got to see her perform a few times when I lived in Chicago. This is a great loss and she will be missed.
Sad in the Desert
Its harder being sad in the desert
The wind bites instead of hugs
The voices of people who shouldn’t have been there in the first place, dug their heels in and decided to die just to spite the people who told them to leave
My ancestors don’t whisper in the long pull of an American Spirit, not out here
My grandfathers voice doesn’t sit at the bottom of that bottle of Jack saying “girl if you don’t straighten up”
Its harder to be sad in the sands and scrub
Its barren and cold
You cant get away from your emotions by walking through the trees and just crying out to the leaves, telling the wind to take your sorrow
Theres just sand, sand and dry
I guess that’s one thing about being sad in the desert,
The tears evaporate right off your face like the desert is taking everything from you, even the salt and water from your tears, even the salt in your blood you give to the desert it takes and takes
Doesn’t think about what to leave so you can keep on surviving so it can take again tomorrow
Its harder to be sad in the desert
I sat there on the bus, the happiest moment I can remember. We were next to each other, hand in hand. He understood me and I, him. It wasn't all about me, and I could accept that. We both had talents equally as interesting as the other. But then I woke up, to a disappointing life, all alone.
Wow has this blog existed for a while. Anyways, most of my old stuff has been deleted, so here, have my profile pic
Stop Scrolling 🖐️
Save my little Celine🥺💔
I'm Heba, I have three children, Lulu, Ismail, and Celine, my youngest daughter Please give me a minute of your time to tell you what is happening to this innocent 3-year-old girl and how she suffers and is unable to bear all this pain and suffering under bad circumstances. One day I woke up to the sound of my little Celine moaning, who was suffering from a high temperature, heart pain, and abnormal hallucinations.
We called the ambulance. The bombing was continuing, and there was also no transportation. It came after waiting half an hour of anxiety and we quickly went to Al-Aqsa Hospital. I was hoping to receive the appropriate treatment, but the war destroyed everything and destroyed the health system. We thought she had died The doctor immediately conducted some quick tests to discover that her blood had fallen to a dangerous level, with only a small portion of blood remaining in her veins. She was given an immediate blood transfusion.
But the real disaster was when they tried to conduct analyzes to find out the reason behind this sudden decline. We learned that all laboratory equipment was destroyed due to the war and is not available under these circumstances and must be transferred abroad to carry out the necessary analyzes and medical procedures.😭
I only ask you to donate and stand by us to save my little Celine from this suffering and receive appropriate treatment immediately and before it is too late.🙏🏻😭💔
Aid needed for a poor disabled mixed indigenous latine! I didn't have work for a while due to me being very sick.
I'm still having high blood pressure and fever. Being diabetic is awful .Help me get what I need so when I leave I can stay healed and get better today. #Type1Diabetes I'm a disabled mom so can't work after I had an accident. I've a spinal cord problem ..my blood sugar is high and I'm last to my pen, i need insulin to save my life and medical care for the past 2 months.
This is a life-threatening. situation.share widely & donate
GOAL: $105/$450
Here is the link to donate
Good animation 👍
I made an animation about paul after the beatles plant, or as I imagined it💔🥹
You’re about to save Kel from hit indie game Omori from a spooky castle. However, in order to do this, you must slay either Sunny or Hero. Which one do you choose?
Why most you put me in such situations (╥﹏╥) but hero got to go. Although I love him, he would get to see Mari again though
Show this show to your children. It will make them intelligent.
Misery from Ruby Gloom
I Bet On Losing Dogs
LawLight vignette ~ 753 Words
Lawliet had already accepted that his life was in the hands of Kira long before he met the man.
A hard pill to swallow, perhaps, but it was some kind of karma he supposed; after all, how many times had a criminal's life been in his hands?
But why did it have to be Light? - No, that was a stupid question. It had always been Light, Lawliet knew it from the start.
Light was Kira, Light will always be Kira.
And Kira as a concept is wrong. No human - because regardless of what Light believed, that's all he was, human - should dictate who lives and dies. Justice had never been that simple.
Lawliet knew this. He’d spent countless nights staring at Light as he slept, praying that the curtain of purposeful ignorance would rise and he could see the man for who he truly was.
Begging whatever real god there was to cure him; to take this diabolical human and force Lawliet to see him as anything less than an equal.
But then Light would wake up- glowing amber eyes would snap open and bore into his, and Lawliet seemed to forget that he was handcuffed to Kira.
He wished he knew how Light had managed to escape from himself- how he’d managed to forget the thousands of lives he’d taken, and Lawliet hated himself for being grateful for it; because if the culprit had no memory of the crime, had it even happened in the first place?
Well… yes. But he could pretend.
He could pretend that Light was Detective Yagami’s son, a student at To-Oh and the only person who’d ever matched his wits… It wasn’t like he had to pretend the last part was true though.
He could pretend that, when he stared back, he didn’t see a glimpse of red.
Lawliet mourned his own death when the handcuffs were removed, and he mourned the death of Light Yagami. At least Light’s death had been quick, only a touch of the death note.
His own would have to wait, after all.
He’d already made preparations with Watari, or, more accurately, he’d said his goodbyes; because L Lawliet was the greatest detective in the world and he knew what was coming.
And once more as he stood on the roof, bells ringing in his ears, the rain sinking into his skin, he knew what was coming.
Because it was Kira’s eyes that looked back at him as they stood in the rain; he understood that now.
Was he even pretending anymore? Lawliet couldn’t tell. Maybe for the rest of the task force, but not for him.
He was grateful for that.
In front of the task force, Lawliet could pretend that his suspicions for Light were only that- suspicions- and not painful truth.
When Light pressed a towel to his wet hair, he could pretend that there was even an ounce of affection behind the action.
When he felt Light’s eyes on him as he explained his plan to test out the thirteen days rule, he could pretend that it was because the case was so damn close to being solved that he could taste it.
Even as Watari died on the other side of the screen, as all the data was erased from almost a year of non-stop work, a tiny part of Lawliet pretended that it was an accident. That he’d get another year to build back everything they’d lost, that he’d get another year with Light.
And then his heart stopped.
Even though Lawliet had long accepted that his inevitable death would be by Kira’s hands, it didn’t make the pain in his heart any less - whether that was from the heart attack he was suffering or not.
When Lawliet felt an arm around his neck and a cotton shirt in his fist, he could almost pretend that his last moments wouldn’t be staring up at his murderer but rather the only person he’d ever felt close to loving.
A brief thought crossed his eyes as he looked at Kira’s smile.
Light Yagami and Lawliet were made for eachother.
L and Kira were not.
As bells rang in his head - the same bells that would be rung at his funeral in a few days - Lawliet could almost pretend that there was regret in Kira’s eyes.
He hated that his life didn’t flash before him, like it was meant to. He could only see his eyes, whether they were amber or red.
You better not forget me, Light Yagami.
Also on Ao3 ~
https://archiveofourown.org/works/57380617
"You lead me on. Through every word, every single text, you romanticized the idea of our friendship. You slowly gained my trust even after years of me not trusting people. I even said I'd take a bullet for you. You told me you'd stay, unlike the others. You told me you'd stay. You told me you'd stay. And I believed you.
And then you left.
Breaking every word that you ever said to me."
- Dreaming of Wolves // Spilled
I'm scared to form friendships because I know I'm going to give it my all. I'll be loyal every single time. I'll stay up with them until 3AM if they just need to talk. I'll never abandon them. I'll comfort them and give them letters. I'll do everything. But for me? They'll be interested for a little bit. Then they'll drift away and abandon me. They won't care. They won't even think of me. This is why I don't make friendships; because I'll get hurt all over again and I need to protect myself.
- Dreaming of Wolves//Memoir
A List of Things That Signal I'm Sad or Feeling Something Very Deeply (But I Won't Ever Tell You-):
- I start being very short with you. Instead of thoughtful sentences, you only get (Oh. Oh cool. Ha. Etc.)
- I start having a very pessimistic drop in my tone
- I start changing the convo
- I start changing the topic to you rather than me
- I take longer to reply
- I use hhhhh a lot
**In irl**
- I avoid your eyes
- My posture drops
- I start fidgeting
- I stay silent
- I rest my head and just look like someone who got stabbed
"It's a sad truth that I will write about everyone I love, but none of them will even try and put me into a sentence."
- Dreaming of Wolves
"She's going to sit alone. Right at that same table where she built it all. Her happiness, her courage, her perseverance, but most importantly, where she met all of her friends. Now it's all crumbling down to her fingertips. She closes her eyes and tries to dream herself away into a reality where all of that still exsists, but she can't. It's all blank without the real thing... Without the real them. Complete nothingness. She can't even remember their voices. Everything is fading away from her. And everytime, she blames herself for something that she couldn't control. They've all left now; her friends. The girl lifts her head and stares at them. They're all happy. They all prance around, discussing random topics she used to talk about with them all of the time. She even sees her crush holding hands with her best friend. They don't even notice her. All of them go sit at their new table, completely forgetting about what once was. She weakly smiled as tears fell down her cheeks. Her heart ached for them. For someone. But she had no one. She put her head back down and waited for an escape. She pulled her sketchbook and poetry journal closer to her. They may only be objects, but they are all she has now. She pours her heart out crying. She couldn't hold it in any longer. Her fears were reality, and she somehow had to stay strong in this. But how could she stay strong when she wasn't going to be remembered by any of them? Was it all pointless to make memories in the first place? She just wanted to disappear. She then heard whispers all around her. It sounded like her friends, but that couldn't be. She lifted her head up and rubbed her eyes. A boy with a pretend smile and a sympathetic gaze pulled me into a hug.
"You're going to be okay, we're all going to be okay. I promise."
She cried into his chest until they all gathered around her and tackled her into a group hug.
Her friends.
They were here.
"I'm sorry for the mess I've created," She shyly whispered, "haven't you forgotten me, yet? I would've."
"How could we forget about you?" A raven haired boy asked, "We've been right here the whole time."
- Dreaming of Wolves//Vent
(I just... Sobbed while writing this.)
Playlist #1
My personal favourite playlist; I did not make it, I found it on youtube. https://youtu.be/jhX-2wYCjxI
Anyone else listen to idea of her by cavetown and related to it but you weren’t sure why and have now realised that you’re aspec or just me?
Sorry
I’m not going to be posting for five days because I’m under the weather so so sorry guys wish me luck
“Your eyes are far too pretty to be wet by those who didn’t realize what they had.”
- a.m. {they don’t deserve you}
why do i have to feel if all i've felt is hurt.
- i'm stuck in a mess that i made for myself
any trace of you is burned into the back of my mind with the pen i used to write our love story
A.R. {all six hundred and thirty pages}
I’d love nothing more than to hold your heart in my hands, to finally have something good in my life. But I can’t. For I’m too afraid that with one touch, your light will disappear and you’ll fade away; Because I’ve learned that everything I love always leaves me broken, in the dark.
A.R.
Some days I feel so alone
In a world with so far to roam
With every sense yearning
And every way turning
I’ll eventually find my way home