#sadness
A Sad Story in 3 Parts:
I had no clue Shaw STAYED with them :(
All year I was talking shit haha
Tchaikovsky’s pieces were extremely triumphant and joyful, with a deeper meaning which is quite contemplative. However, there is one piece which is in complete contrast to his style. It is the fourth movement from his sixth symphony. The third movement ends, triumphant as ever, but as the fourth movement begins, so does a tale of deep sorrow.
Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky was homosexual, and wanted to marry his nephew Vladimir Davydov, who was also homosexual. However, he was scared of the society. Societies were extremely homophobic back then, and to save his reputation when the secret was almost out, he seemed to have committed suicide, or perhaps the court told him to do so as the the reputation of such and influential man should not be ruined.
People assume it is a suicide as in his will, he refused to allow his body to be checked by a doctor. Earlier too, he had unsuccessfully tried to commit suicide, but eventually fled abroad. The cause of his death was declared cholera.
Marla’s philosophy of life was that she might die at any moment.
The tragedy, she said, was that she didn’t.
Fight Club, 1999
Tell me.
What are you supposed to do when the person you love doesn’t love you back?
How are you supposed to get up in the morning and pretend that everything is okay?
Please tell me because my heart is breaking and I am the furthest thing from being okay.
-A.d.c
The Sad Mermaid Who Could Never Become a Human「Louise」
… I’m not crying… YOU ARE!! (´༎ຶོρ༎ຶོ`)
i gave you my heart…
i just did'nt expect to get it back in pieces…
I don’t understand how life can be so harsh, painful, and miserable to just one person, and then those feelings get passed on to another person….. Or actually, I never really expected it to be as bad as this between me and my family (of two). I hurt everyday and it grows and grows and is becoming unbearable now. I don’t know what to do anymore… Nothing eases the pain like some things used to do. I’m lost.
Green sadness is sadness dressed for graduation, it is the sadness of June
Mary Ruefle
Author’s Note from Mary Ruefle:
“In each of the color pieces, if you substitute the word happiness for the word sadness, nothing changes.”
Ruefle, from My Private Property
Hard on you
My shoulders still shake from the raw emotions
Hunger appears irrelevant to my thoughts
Exhaustion masks my true identity
My dreams are haunted with foggy, broken memories of you.
Reaching for a clearer image to cherish
Searching for a compromise knowing I’ll let myself down.
Monster to this sickness
With the only solution in an orange cylinder.
Subjects taunting him to get to me with the pain pinching and poking my willpower.
Feb. 2018 14-19th