#sadstories

[blurrymerzsblog]

“Surrounded by thoughts”

We often struggle to enjoy the good times because we’re preoccupied with the fear that something bad will follow. It’s like being afraid to be happy.

The Bear

[eternalstarshineforadarkenedmind]

After the End.

The skies seemed to clash into each other, blue and black, as if our day and night had glitched into one split sky. The sun seemed to blaze a brilliant white, erasing the darkness for only a minute before bursting into a dazzling blue and purple and red. There was no sound but we could hear it. Maybe our imaginations made the explosion louder than the silence that fell upon the entire city. There were no more car horns, no one screamed anymore. Everyone had stopped moving. Although somewhere in the distance we could hear the alarms of the apocalypse, nothing was louder than our very own source of life exploding into nothing, and enveloping our planet in colors we’d never seen before. I gripped your hand, and you tightened your fingers around mine.

Where were we going now? How far away could we get before it was all over. My best friend ripped her hand out of mine and ran and I nearly went after her. I followed her with my eyes, but I could tell she was lost in her own fear. No longer here, no longer a human. Just a being trying to survive the end of the world. You kept a firm grip on my hand when I felt myself slipping into dizziness, and it kept me on my feet. I could feel myself hyperventilating. I could feel how slippery our hands had become. I was shaking, you were shaking. The world was crumbling around us. Quite literally.

And then I met your gaze. Your beautiful face against the blazing sky behind you. And something happened. Like the stars I always trusted had gathered just behind your body, sparkling just slightly through the lights that the sun pulsed towards our planet. And your eyes seemed to connect to the places beyond my own body, and for a moment I wondered if you saw what I was seeing. The way the stars seemed to brighten around your crown, making you a sign only for my eyes to gaze upon. If I had nothing, right now I had you.

I could feel the heat building. The earth shaking. The screaming, the buildings falling, everything ending. The water gathering around our ankles. I could see the people around us in our peripherals being swept up, swept under, crushed, and still trying to survive. But I could not drop your gaze. I couldn’t disconnect from your eyes. Somehow I was closer to you, and somehow we remained unmoved.

I thought of our deepest moments, the darknesses we shared, the silence we overflowed unto each other and understood. The tears that fell on our chests from the others eyes. The laughs no one else would understand. The feeling of our fingertips in places that sent chills down our spines. The hugs that warmed our coldest parts.. Our souls intermingling until they became one.

We never forced each other. We were just here. Always here.

We lived as best we could. We showed each other that life just was. and now as we let the waters and broken buildings crash around us Life wouldn’t be anymore. Armageddon playing it’s final tune, I felt my eyes water heavier than the waves that smacked against our calves. I knew that here was the only place we needed to be. While tears slipped beyond your eyelids and down your cheeks and raced against my own to the earth. I knew that in this moment, nothing we ever wanted, really mattered.

In this moment, I knew I was grateful for you. I knew with you I was happy.

and something shined in your eyes, something just as precious as my stars. Your own soul. And in that moment I prayed to every deity, praised every god, and wished on every star that I’d get to see you again after the end.

[feminismisfor]

(via GIPHY)

[kxusxmnxp]

Forlorn story 😢 The smile on my face isn't real It bears witness to how I feel about overcoming my wounds Doesn't matter how I heal No more concern about compulsion as I don't care anymore about your intention Now that things are different and i don't have to seek for compromise For we are now parted Ended this race followed a new life With hope With faith With gratitude to ownself I try to smile with my heart and having trust on myself I hope I could forget the horrible past The more I try the more I cry The movement I sit alone I get flashback in my eye Of memories Old memories That are now nothing but Forlorn Stories Just Forlorn Stories . . . . Follow @wackadoodle06 . . . . #poetry #worldpoetryday #brokenheart #writerscommunity #writers #writersofinstagram #writersofinsta #poetsofinstagram #poetsofinsta #poems #poetrycommunity #poetryofinstagram #instagrampoetry #instawrites #instawriters #forlorn #sadstories #moodvibes #sadvibesonly #sadvibes https://www.instagram.com/p/B-ATlaUjAZj/?igshid=3svez2dkh4wc

[theycallmebrutus]

At last. A moment of silence, then one of the men screams. the shouts for help as he runs from the room. Gibbering about a skeleton in a bridal gown, bones tumbling out of an old oak chest. I am smiling.

kate mosse, the mistletoe bride

[poetrythreesixfive]

For the Ages

Tell me a story, a sad one filled with

broken promises and hidden motives,

terrible pain that didn’t have to happen

and a dream that almost made it home

where a couple falls madly in love but

external forces drive them apart even

though they had both believed dearly

that love could overcome everything

set them down in a place so beautiful

that it makes even magic seem possible,

though we all know that even regular

life never works out, let alone magic.

[luizaporeda]

Still little bit broken, but at least alive. #girl #broken #manythoughts #sadthoughts #littlepig #mouse #imagination #luizaporeda #woman #sadstories #crazystories #wwa #illustration #snapseed #tired #asylum

[thethirdromantic]

3 A.M. Thoughts

Woke up to nothing

Woke up without any reason why

Vivid dream ended

There was supposed to be a kiss

This is why I hate 3 am.

Alone in my room

Alone and feeling lonely

I'm reminded there's a cold side of my bed

This is why I hate 3 am.

There's too much silence

Except for the whirring of my fan

But I hear sirens and signals and warnings from my past

This is why I hate 3 am.

Because I get dark

And I get a little bit too much

I don't trust my shadow, or my thoughts at this hour

This is why I hate 3 am.

Because there you are where I don't want you

In my mind, in the four corners of my room

I see you everywhere, even when I close my eyes

This is why I hate 3 am.