Sad Thoughts - Blog Posts

"When I die I wanna go to heaven""when I die I want everything to stop""idk what I want when I die"

Well I want to nurse every animal dead of human negligance, cruelty or ignorance back to health and lead them to a nice place for them. Thats it. Thats what I want. I wanna spend eternity shaping new fins for sharks and healing burns on souls who died in a fire, and play with abandonned cats and dogs who died alone in the streets.

Thats it, thats what I want.

French bulldog-

And i saw you,

Panting, struggling to climb even the faintest hill,

Unable to see or even smell the treat I gave you with pity.

And i tried to see the wolf,

If you were still of its kind.

I could only see a tortured beast, dulled and skinned of its past greatness.

It is all I saw behind those glassy eyes.

And i cried,

Oh how i cried.

I howled for the skinned forest,

For the violated land,

For our dull and lazy bodies,

I begged for everything that isnt anymore.

And i screamed at God,

For how could he let his kids destroy everything he created ?

and autumn comes when you're not yet done with the summer passing by

“One morning this sadness will fossilize

And I will forget how to cry

I'll keep going to work and you won't see a change

Save perhaps a slight gray in my eye”

Painting: Automat by Edward Hopper, 1927

Song: Fireworks, Mitski

“I have never found anybody who could stand to accept the daily demonstrative love I feel in me, and give back as good as I give.”

Journals of Sylvia Plath, Sylvia Plath

“Pain and suffering are always inevitable for a large intelligence and a deep heart. The really great men must, I think, have great sadness on earth.”

Crime and Punishment, Fyodor Dostoyevsky

Posting here because TikTok flagged me for being under 16 (like bro I’m close enough)

Anyway jentry chau peak and I’m crying

"Void" by Astha Kesri

The things we leave behind,

always seems like a lost battle.

Because of we could,

we'd lug them along.

But that's not how this works.

We are meant live within these lines,

cross no more and no white space.

Why do they call it life,

when it resembles the very thing that hells are made of?

It seems as if there's anything but hope in here.

Tired sighs and worn out souls.

All the corners taken up by the lost ones.

We were meant to be free and happy and be at peace.

But look at us, look at us withering away to charred remains.

Why is it so wrong to smile when we feel like it.

And why does everything always have to be done,

like they were done before us, for centuries.

We are not ghosts of the past,

but the pioneers of a better future.

Yet here we are, burned and hunted down,

all because we won't fit the box.

With every bone that breaks, the lines expand.

But how many more lives shall be lost,

before we can breathe again.

This cursed system has been going on for so long,

that now all the dreams we had have become mere passing fancies.

We can't afford to pay the price for choosing to have them,

when we ourselves have been so out of focus,

and so so close to an unattainable end.

Are we real, or are we too,the remnants of some far fetched dreams?

Out of focus, out of focus,

We've been anything but alive.

Because the world does not know how slow it has become,

and how far we are from the light.

Thus we shall remain out of focus,

till the last bone breaks,

and there's no one left to fit into the box.

You just walked away like that.

And took all of my words with you.

I am left with an empty pen,

and an even emptier heart.

Where do I go from here?

Back to the misery that I came from,

or the uncertain darkness that lay ahead.

Maybe I'll rest here for a while.

Under the fading glow of the moon,

with the silence of the sky to keep me company.

It's not that I can't move on.

I just want to linger here a little more,

to trace my fingers through the blurring outlines of our fates.

Let the dying sun go in peace.

And soon enough I'll be gone from your name too.

Till then say yes to the whsipers I've sent with the wind.

Tell me that it was a good story.

And that you loved me once.

I don't know what to do with all this love in my heart now, because it was all for your and now that you've made it clear that you don't need my affection, I find it difficult to keep these feelings in the same place for fear that they may get mixed up again and instead of letting go I'll accidentally hold onto you forever.

There will always be reasons to return.

In the form of old forgotten promises.

Or slow songs filled with a sort of comforting sadness.

Patter of the raindrops will call you back.

Every twinkle of the stars will remind you of home.

Of the heart that awaits yours after all this time.

It's never too late they say.

But it still is too early, says time.

The passing days are a blur of white and gold.

But in the tiredness of the lonely night,

your smile still keeps me warm.

Sometimes I wonder if I have wandered too far,

but then I close my eyes and there you are.

Right beneath my skin and always on my mind.

Space and time may keep us apart,

but still the yearning hearts find ways to be alive.

There's a kind of hope that stems from helplessness.

And everytime I crave your voice, I hope I can hear them in the soft crackle of the summer's fires.

The colors of it seems too much like the shade of your eyes.

It soothes me in this lone journey of mine,

What a pity that I can't hold it in my palm.

But then again fire and water never did get along.

Except maybe for us.

Is that why the stars were aligned like this?

So that I may cross unknown oceans and you may burn in my absence.

But they never anticipated that love might find a way.

Because we did and we always will.

It's getting cold and dark and the sky is full of stars that remind me of your eyes.

Maybe when morning comes I can take my first step back home.

Towards your waiting arms.

And towards our forever.

Stop running and turn around.

I am still here, standing in the dark.

With outstretched hands waiting to hold you.

Come to me and please stay this time.

We found each other after a million sad stories.

Each one more heartbreaking than the last.

So come back and I promise I'll hold you.

Sleepless nights have been my friends for a while now.

But with you by my side, the world comes alive.

My heart is stronger this time.

Let me take away your pain and mourn for your loss.

Close your eyes and walk back to me.

For so long your were lost among the starless skies.

But now even the darkness is tired of keeping us apart.

I've littered stars to guide you back home.

Follow the fading lights and by dawn you'll be safe in my arms.

It's time for our forever, my love.

in the softness of your voice, telling me that everything is going to be okay.

I belived, in the way your eyes sparkled when I smiled and hugged back.

I believed, that day on our porch, in the love that we shared.

And after so many more such beliefs, here I stand beside your grave. Not knowing what to do or where to go.

I believed you when you said we had an eternity.

We didn't.

You lied.

And I believed.

I believed

There's a pool of sadness in my being.

And sometimes I can hear it sing.

An eerie voice lingering long after it ends.

Accompanied by ghostly visions of the past.

Sometimes it sings at dawn.

And sometimes it sings when I am asleep.

But always, always, it sings only when I am alone.

The constant hum has a blue softness.

Almost like the way my smile looks on my tired days.

But on rare days the hum becomes a vibrant violet.

And feels like the shade of the magic in my eyes.

The songs are about the things I hold in my heart.

Like the stories of my childhood times,

and the places where I left pieces of who I am.

But on nights when I can no longer fall asleep,

the songs take on a familiar tune.

They become the whispers of the restless sea,

and the slow crackling of the campfire on the shore.

It brings back the smell of the waves,

the vibrations of their crashing spreading through my bones.

For a brief moment, I become a child again.

Free to laugh and smile,

and free to sleep without the usual accompaniment of nightmares.

Even though all of this is in my head,

simply the long gone moments from my past,

the ghostly visions are what keeps me sane.

Reminding me that not always will life be so blue.

And that blue is not always so sad.

Knowing this, the pool of sadness sings on and on.

The humming taking on a sweeter tone.

© Moonyloonywitch

And sometimes we are left with no answers but a bleeding heart that still refuses to give up on them. Still holds on with the hope that someday we'll live the dream in our heads. And so we live, like butterflies waiting to come out of their cocoons. But sometimes the cocoon gets damaged before we can fly, before we can breathe. And all that's left will be the shattered pieces of our hearts that shines like little red spots......and people in a time after us will call them galaxies.

It takes a Minute to Love someone,

But Years to forget them.

And a Lifetime, to wonder

why you fell for them in the first place.

Jack Frost X Fem!Reader

warnings throughout the series: sad, bits of angst, but also has some fluff.

A/N: yea, I think I am gonna post 2 chapters at once for a while.

= The Ice Knight =

- CHAPTER TWO -

chapter one

Jack Frost was right. This was indeed a new beginning. Since the day his small, cute believer saw him for the first time, they seemed to be glued to eachother. For Y/N, every new day meant a brand new adventure with her frosty friend. Jack would come by her window every night and play games, tell stories of his adventures, and from time to time he even took her with him on his simpler, safer duties as The Spirit of Winter.

“Jack! This was so much fun! The most fun I’ve ever had on any of my birthdays ever! Thank you!”

“Happy birthday, my little Ice Queen! I’m glad you enjoyed this!”

“YES! I want to be the Ice Queen! Can I? Does that make you my Ice King?” little Y/N asked, blushing. Jack found it cute and he couldn’t help himself but let a sweet chuckle pass his lips. This kid really got the best of him.

“I am not a king, but rather your knight, Your Highness!” He playfully bows to the girl. “I’m always the one to get your butt out of trouble. A king doesn’t usually do that, silly!” And with that, they both started laughing.

What a beautiful memory, right? …Right?

Time had passed by, and Jack Frost became a Guardian. That meant he had less and less time to spend with his little Ice Queen, and that inevitably led to the worst that could happen…

12 years later…

19 year old Y/N was preparing for her highschool graduation day. That’s supposed to be a happy day, right? But for her, things weren’t that well. ‘Why did I have to listen to my mother…’ The teenager sighed. She was rather sad about that.

“It’s been 4 useless years. I should have chosen that other highschool, but mom convinced me that this was going to be my future. I wonder why.” she thought out loud. As she finally left her house. “What am I even supposed to do with my life now? Eh.. the good part is that now I may have the chance to choose am university to my liking. I’m actually happy I have so little friends, my heart wouldn’t take it to get parted from them. It would have been just like when--“ She then froze in fear. Lost in her thought, she passed the street on red light, and now, mid street, a giant truck was headed towards her.

Waiting for her painful end, she squeeze her eyes shut. But nothing happened. When she finally dared to open her eyes, she remained in awe. The truck was now upside down on the road, but the weird thing was the frost that covered the wheels of the car.

“Well, I did freeze in my spot… but this?” She took a better look at the truck and then slowly started walking again. “I have to get out of here and head directly to the school nurse. I must hallucinate from the shock! Frost?? It’s JUNE!!”

….

“W-well… at least that worked. Spare me the parent talk, Baby Tooth! I’d rather get some scary poltergeist news going than risk her life not stopping that darn truck! You already know that! I-… yeah.. I know she doesn’t believe in me any longer and that I ‘should move on’ but I swore to her! She is--…was… my first, and might I add, ONLY believer!” The little fairy came closer to his cold cheeks for a small cuddle, trying to confort the lost boy. She knew she had to talk to Toothiana about all of this.

“Baby Tooth, I-… I shouted her name from the bottom of my lungs, yet… Yet she couldn’t hear!” The white haired boy began to cry desperately, letting his prominent cheekbones become icy waterfalls. “I’ve lost her… forever.”

Jack Frost X Fem!Reader

warnings throughout the series: sad, bits of angst, but also has some fluff.

A/N: Yes, yes, I know! "Seeker, where the hell have you been? You're not very serious about your blog!" I know, but I'm trying to switch between school and another huge project that I've founded, and it mainly requires at least 24/7 of my attention. Anyway, hopefully my friend @rxses-and-reverie is still around here :)

= The Ice Knight =

- CHAPTER ONE -

Snowflakes were floating freely into the starry night, above the winter paradise. Each of them slightly shifting forms as they collide into one another. Jack Frost himself gave each a part of his own soul, for he was lonely inside the sea of people, and his heart wouldn’t stop aching. All he ever desired was a friend, someone to believe in him, and eventually see him. But nobody had eyes for the iced ghost.

Years passed by, and Jack was flying around the village, carefree, watching the people around him. The spirit especially enjoyed watching the times change. Change can bring happiness or destruction. The boy was watching different kinds of relationships die, either by the distance that was growing inside, or the differences between people. Time had always liked to ruin friendships, as much as it enjoyed the warmth of healing. But for Jack, time wasn’t a cure.

One day, not long before winter had to leave the village, a little girl dressed in red was sitting on a lonely bench, crying, watching the snow simply melt away. As Jack was about to leave, letting the spring spirits come and bring new hope, something stopped him. A small cry. At first, the winter spirit hesitated to get near to the scene, knowing that she wouldn’t even notice him there, but after reconsidering, he decided it was worth a try. The white haired boy got closer to the girl and landed on the bench, right next to her. He still thought it may be all useless, until he noticed her notebook, and that got him an idea. Jack gently took it and he began writing in hopes that the red girl could read.

“Hello! What’s wrong, little one? Why are you crying?” He could already feel her gaze wandering towards, right through him. The little girl soon saw the pen moving on its own, so she took a closer look. But no one seemed to be there. Jack also noticed that the girl was slightly frightened by his actions, so he slowly placed the pen down, not intending to scare her off.

“What’s happening? Who-… who’s there?” she whispered, a little scared. Seeing that she’s also curious, maybe more than scared, the boy took the pen back between his fingers.

“Can you read?”

“Yes… my mom taught me. Who are you?”just then, Jack got an idea.

“Kid, do you believe in Santa?” he wrote again, a bit excited for the possible outcome. ‘This might as well just work!’

“Santa? Yes!! Why? Have you seen him around?” the child happily responded. ’Okay, Jack! You can do it!’

“Yeah, I have. He is friends with Jack Frost. Do you know who that is?” the spirit wrote again. The girl stood quiet for a while, thinking.

“Jack Frost? As in.. ‘Jack Frost nipping at your nose’?” the girl curiously asked.

“Exactly! Do you know him? Do you.. believe in him?” Jack wrote, a hint of hope hiding in the depth of his eyes. ‘Of course she doesn’t… She would have been able to see me after all.’ The girl stood thinking again for a while.

“Is he magical, like Santa?”

“Of course he is! He is the one bringing all of the snow and blizzards!” Jack explained, eager to see where this was leading. Just then, she did it. The little girl melted his heart.

“Then I believe in Jack Frost!” she exclaimed. Who would have thought that one simple sentence could get the frost spirit to his tears? Magically, Jack lazily took form in front of her eyes, and the expression her little face showed seeing him come real was enough to reassure Jack that this was a new beginning.

“WOW! Are you… Jack Frost? Hi!! My name is Y/N!”

“You.. You see me…”

what if the light at the end of the tunnel is a mere reflection of what has already passed?

"We know what we are, but not what we may be."

- Ophelia in Shakespeare's Hamlet, Act 4, Scene 5

💙🖤💙🖤

Why is it that the people you want to stay wants to leave and the people you want to leave wants to stay?

i miss being a kid

I'm going to k1ll that fcking twink with my bare hands

All I want is love, to feel loved

I love my philosophy class, it makes me feel smart

I need to connect with someone again, I swear I can be a good friend, I'm just too shy irl. I feel soo alone without someone how truly understands me

My destiny is doing everything wrong and realising midway how everything is going to end, and then everything goes wrong and the cycle starts again