— C. Joybell C.

There is some kind of a sweet innocence in being human - in not having to be just happy or just sad - in the nature of being able to be both broken and whole, at the same time.

— Him

“You’re my
happiest hello
You’re my
saddest, painfullest,
most heartbreaking goodbye”

— scrawlaletter

“I am lost in my daydreams. Constantly thinking about how to fulfill my heart and my longings.

It feels like I am wasting too much time. Time with people who actually hurt and destroy me. With being a perfectionist permanently trying to improve myself. I waste too much time with being egocentric and impatient. With arguing and dispute. With being sad and depressive. I am wasting too much time with criticizing myself and wanting to be someone else.

I am wasting too much time instead of being happy. Instead of loving deep and completely out of control. Instead of experiencing adventures and late-night talks. Instead of dancing in the rain. Instead of moving to a big city.

I am wasting too much time instead of living out my daydreams.”

Sometimes I get sad,

“Sometimes I get sad, I just look at my selfies to realize how attractive I look.”

 ;D

— i.c. // to the ones who lost their best friend (via delicatepoetry)

“She always loved the sea, but that never explained

why I saw shipwrecks in her smile. She was the type

of girl that slipped out of your fingers like sand,

especially when you tried to hold on too tight, she

didn’t like being too close. She’d crash into men like

the waves crashed into rocks, she thought she would

find herself in them but she never did. I told her she

already had something. I told her that the emotions

she held inside her were gifts to be written and given,

but instead she swallowed pills that took them away.

She asked me if I believed in heaven and I said yes,

and followed it with a don’t go without me. She shook

away the smile on her face and said one day she’d meet

me between the sea and the sun, I didn’t understand

what the hell she meant so I just said okay. It wasn’t

until the next day I called her in the morning and got no

answer, no answer, no answer.

The last time I caught a glimpse of her was when I set

her ashes free, between the sun and the sea. Where

she wanted to be.”

There is nothing sadder

“There is nothing sadder than a child who has barely seen the world, yet who has seen enough of it to know that they do not wish to be a part of it.”

— Tiny Stories

“
The saddest word

in the whole wide world

is the word almost.




He was almost in love.

She was almost good for him.

He almost stopped her.

She almost waited.

He almost lived.

They almost made it. ”

— Robin Williams

I think the saddest people always try their hardest to make people happy
because they know what it’s like to feel absolutely worthless
and they don’t want anyone else to feel like that.

RIP Robin Williams (1951 – 2014)

— John Greenleaf Whittier

“Of all sad words of tongue or pen, the saddest are these, ‘It might have been.”

Clark and Lois

Clark: “Sorry swamped with work, can’t make it.”

Lois: “Chasing a lead, couldn’t make it anyway”

— Emily Haines

“It bothers me that no one has the patience to deal with someone who is just sad.”

sports

this pic fixes sadness

*kiss*
*kiss*
*smile*
*boop*

World War everything ended.

Fix You.

*and that’s why you don’t go around fixing people
**and that’s why you don’t give up pieces of yourself to make someone else whole
***We do this more than we think. Sometimes we reject those who have helped us the most. Other times, we help those who allow their egos to hide their humilities.
****someONE FUCKING MAKE THAT TEDDY BEAR HAPPY BEFORE I CHOKE BECAUSE I HAVE TEARS BRIMMING MY EYES HELP ME



















































it may take time but there is someone waiting to hold your hand
My tears

— Cate Marvin

“You must not believe me when I say there’s nothing left to love in this world.”

everything seems meaningless

a heart touching story.

I was walking around in a Target store, when I saw a cashier hand this little boy some money back. The boy couldn’t have been more than 5 or 6 years old.
The cashier said, “I’m sorry, but you don’t have enough money to buy this doll.”
Then the little boy turned to the old woman next to him: ”Granny, are you sure I don’t have enough money?”
The old lady replied: ”You know that you don’t have enough money to buy this doll, my dear.”
Then she asked him to stay there for just 5 minutes while she went to look a round. She left quickly. The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand. Finally, I walked toward him and I asked him who he wished to give this doll to. “It’s the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much for Christmas. She was sure that Santa Claus would bring it to her.” I replied to him that maybe Santa Claus would bring it to her afterall, and not to worry. But he replied to me sadly. “No, Santa Claus can’t bring it to her where she is now. I have to give the doll to my mommy so that she can give it to my sister when she goes there.” His eyes were so sad while saying this. “My sister has gone to be with God. Daddy says that Mommy is going to see God very soon too, so I thought that she could take the doll with her to give it to my sister.” My heart nearly stopped. The little boy looked up at me and said: “I told daddy to tell mommy not to go yet. I need her to wait until I come back from the mall.” Then he showed me a very nice photo of him where he was laughing. He then told me “I want mommy to take my picture with her so she won’t forget me. I love my mommy and I wish she doesn’t have to leave me, but daddy says that she has to go to be with my little sister.” Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very quietly. I quickly reached for my wallet and said to the boy. “Suppose we check again, just in case you do have enough money for the doll?” “OK,” he said, “I hope I do have enough.” I added some of my money to his without him seeing and we started to count it. There was enough for the doll and even some spare money. The little boy said: “Thank you God for giving me enough money!” Then he looked at me and added, “I asked last night before I went to sleep for God to make sure I had enough money to buy this doll, so that mommy could give it to my sister. He heard me!” “I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mommy, but I didn’t dare to ask God for too much. But He gave me enough to buy the doll and a white rose.” “My mommy loves white roses.” A few minutes later, the old lady returned and I left with my basket. I finished my shopping in a totally different state from when I started. I couldn’t get the little boy out of my mind. Then I remembered a local newspaper article two days ago, which mentioned a drunk man in a truck, who hit a car occupied by a young woman and a little girl. The little girl died right away, and the mother was left in a critical state. The family had to decide whether to pull the plug on the life-sustaining machine, because the young woman would not be able to recover from the coma. Was this the family of the little boy? Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I read in the newspaper that the young woman had passed away. I couldn’t stop myself as I bought a bunch of white roses and I went to the funeral home where the body of the young woman was exposed for people to see and make last wishes before her burial. She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white rose in her hand with the photo of the little boy and the doll placed over her chest. I left the place, teary-eyed, feeling that my life had been changed forever.. The love that the little boy had for his mother and his sister is still, to this day, hard to imagine. And in a fraction of a second, a drunk driver had taken all this away from him.

it makes me sad that over 100,000 people can relate to this

— Richard Siken, from “I Had a Dream About You”

“[You didn’t show up.]
I kept waiting.”

— Ann Brashares

“When she is happy, 
she can’t stop talking, 
when she is sad she 
doesn’t say a word.”