[sa-dnesss]

[br-o-ken-poetry]

I'm scared of dying but I'm scared of living too. I'm scared of waking up each morning feeling the same as I did the morning before. I'm scared of three meals a day, of going through the same old routine, week after week, year after year, never really getting anywhere, never being properly happy or satisfied. I'm scared that I'll live my whole life without ever really living at all.

broken thoughts | 12am

[brokenflicker]

"People don't like you when you're sad. People don't like when you're breaking down and asking for help. People don't like it when you cry and say you've had enough. People don't want to be around people that are sad and I guess that's just the nature of people. So if you ever find someone that cares about you enough to stay during the bad times, keep them. They're rare, and a lot of us are searching for these kind of people right now."

— A reminder to appreciate those who stuck by you during your lowest moments.

[br-o-ken-poetry]

[r2--d2]

a magic wonderland by Maddie Joyce

[danger]

[yoursummerdreamz]

[acherryicecreamsmile]

[decepticun]

Untitled by (mesesan)

[rai-r]

[ihateiu]

[sixpenceee]

THE BROTHERS AT NAGASAKI

Probably one of the most intense picture I have ever posted. Extremely depressing content.

The photograph above was taken by US Marines photographer Joe O’Donnell shortly after the bombing of Nagasaki. He saw things beyond imagining, and the experience left him with depression in his later years. Yet according to O’Donnell’s son, the image above affected him more than any other.

The younger child in the picture is dead. The older boy is his brother, and he’d carried his sibling on his back to a crematory. The older boy stayed and watched his brother burn yet refused to cry. He bit his lip so hard it bled.

The boy had just lost everything to the most destructive force known to mankind. Yet, barefoot, he’d carried his sibling’s body to ensure he was honored properly. It’s a story of the extremes of sadness and bravery—and the photograph captures both.

[error-ed]

[cheeryblues]

I feel so alone a lot of the time. You’re suppose to be my best friend and up lift me, but I feel down. Home doesn’t feel like home because I don’t feel like anyone’s listening. I go to bed early sometimes because I want to cry from my overwhelming day at work.

I don’t know. I’ve been down. I should start a journal.

[sseoulful]

[florial]

[belovedhestia]