Sad - Blog Posts
So I found out my old fan insta account got hacked and apparently, I used my old secondary school gamil account which has since been deleted. NOT ONLY THAT, but I deleted my recovery gmail account (my main gmail) some time ago and I didn't think this through. so now my recovery gmail has since been permanently deleted with no way of recovery.
oh, and did I mention I NEVER did add a recovery phone number too wow yes so cool
I miss that account..it was one of my best memories in secondary school 😭😭😭 when I actually liked doing what I wanna do. My Picsart ahh edits :(
Finally.
I did it. I finally told my parents that I'm depressed. And you know what? I don't feel better about it. I don't feel the weight on my chest leave. It's still there, I still feel it on my body. I've heard people say that once it's told, you feel relieved. I don't. I feel scared because they've now seen a part of their child they never wanted to see. The side that stays hidden from the world and won't say what's really on the mind. The finally sad l saw the side of death. It still hurts me, I don't feel relieved. I feel the same.
i cut my hair and now i miss my long hair 💔💔
I haven’t posted in a long time. Makes me sad. I’m sad. I want to eat beef wellington to cope with my sadness. Anyone wanna eat beef wellington with me?
Reimu isn’t in smash. A sad day for me. ;(
Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses waving above one’s head, and listen to silence. To have no yesterday, and no tomorrow. To forget time, to forgive life, to be at peace.
- The Bell Jar, Sylvia Plath
Let it burn
Random person: because of you Error many innocents died!
Random person again: and Ink!! you barely stop him!
Ink: this is sad
Error: yeah
Ink: Broomy, play despacito
Whoops! I think I killed the Cap by accident...(Mwahaha) Not my fault I draw a lot sad and bloody shit on my other accounts.
This is another old piece I drew a long time ago. Idk the contacts for this but ig. The captain was ambushed and attacked. And until then his crew went to go find him and they were to late. And his beloved sea otter cried her heart out.
Nothing really connected to a story or anything I was just bored when I drew this.
It was raining quite hard when I saw them walking, a pair of lovers who had been going for a stroll in the dark, and had been caught in the rain. They were quite young, I suppose, though I have never been a good judge of those things, and I floated around behind them. I suppose I hover behind all at some point, but these two seemed special to me. I paid attention to them, and saw their stories, hovering behind them like film-reels lost to time.
He was a boy from Detroit; his life had been far from easy. He had had to fight for every scrap in his life, and love was new to him. He had met her on a train bound to New York, and they had hit it off. They had spent a couple weeks in correspondence with each other before they had decided to date, and when they did, it had been a smashing success. Within six months they had moved in, and within eighteen he had proposed; rushed though it seemed, they were in love.
He had cut ties with his father, who did not approve the marriage. She was ‘not right for him’ he had said. And who knew, maybe his father would have eventually been proven correct.
She was born in Tennessee, the child of farmers whose lineage traced back to the dust bowl. She loved him dearly, but not with the all-consuming passion he did; she was a slow burn, and had more ties in the city than he did. She worked in a grocery store; her favorite food was roast chicken, and her best friend was her coworker, who was the first friend she made in the city.
Her parents were dead, her mother from a heart attack, her father from lung cancer. She had no ties back home, and was happy here.
I take no joy in my work this night.
I follow behind as they walk along the street, talking and laughing, with such joyous plans for the future. Their lives seemed secure, so perfect, so lovely.
They walk along the sidewalk, wet and dark, with an umbrella to protect from the rain. Twenty feet lay between them and the end of the block, twenty feet between them and the street. They paid little attention; youth rarely does.
They wandered along, talking of everything and nothing at all, giggling, him holding her close, kissing her forehead with such care that I wondered if there was a way I could stop what would happen. Of course, I couldn’t.
Ten feet to the street. He knelt to tie his shoe and she waited. Perhaps if he had left it alone, he wouldn’t have –
Five feet to the street. Both she and he are talking and laughing again. They didn’t even notice, as they stepped into the street.
The driver was a truck-driver from Shermer, Illinois. No wife, no kids. Nearing forty, it seemed he had little prospects of that happening, and he was happy enough about it. After the ‘incident’ as his coworkers euphemistically referred it, he would lose his ability to drive. He would take to drink. In all too soon a time, I would be drawn to him as well.
Perhaps if he had reacted a little faster, he would think, knowing he couldn’t have. I think the helplessness is almost worse, in a way.
Perhaps if it was not raining, he would have seen them before. Perhaps he could have reacted earlier. But, like me, the rain is inevitable. And even if the rain did not come, perhaps I would have come to them in a different manner.
I take no joy in my work, and as they stepped forward, the headlights shined on them just a moment too late for them to react.
Soon there was nothing to be done but watch, I, the eternal witness, in the rain.
And right there it rained a little harder.
write a story with the first line being “it was raining quite hard” and the last line being “ and right there it rained a little harder”
i don't know
morning
WHEN I CATCH YOU WHEN I CATCH YOU!!!! AAAAUUUHGHHH
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Ya’ll.... This ending FLOORED me!
It hit me in SO many personal places. The water animation and emphasis on drowning (you just HAD to poke a place of trauma for me Tommy?!), the possible death of my oldest childhood ship, the character animation and ACTING!!! BENTHOMAR?! MY NEW SON!!!! Just- the BEST finale of the series and I am STILL CRYING!!! (but master of the mountain is my favorite still... Cole my mannnnnnsss) I wasn’t even able to finnish this drawing cause.. Damn.... this shit HURTED!!!! My heart BURNS!!!
I don’t even care if it takes away from her sacrifice- GIVE ME MY DAMN JAYA WEDDING!!!!!!! (I will write it myself if I have to)
(I just realized how old this piece is sorry.... I didn’t watch the full season until yesterday....)
Inktober: Day 2
Spookier....
Skephalo Week Day 4: Immortality
TW// death
Sooo I kinda did a sad one here...since Bad is a demon he's immortal, but sadly Skeppy and Sapnap are just human, so he had to go through losing both of them and all of his friends :(
I just felt like drawing something sad today, sorry about that heh
also, just a few headcanons:
-Bad's horns change colors based on his mood; purple means loneliness and mourning
-Skeppy's favorite flower is a daisy, so Bad brings them to him and Sapnap's graves every week
Anyways, please enjoy the art. Love you all <3
Tears, how can they burn like lava and consume so much when the feelings behind them are so cold and empty?
POV first time listening to Poison, Addict or Valentino:
*Tucked in a corner crying*
He was always sad, he knew. But there was a difference between a perpetual state of unhappiness and a sudden gust of it, leaving him cold and helpless. Floundering with no sight of an end.
We hunt the flame, Hafsah Faizah
Today was strange. First horny, then tired, energy boost could not keep my feet still, then I was very sad (crying in thoughts of the coming Christmas, first without my mother) tired again and now empty.
Did you ever read the story where a girl sings You Are My Sunshine to her cat as it passes away? I cry ever time I read it :’D so I decided to draw this (im not the best with a paint brush please forgive me)