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 No.1082150

Post SADS and BIG feels

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Feelsy day

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 No.1082157

Knowing full well that Dragon Quest, for as colorful as it is, is perfectly capable of pulling on the heartstrings, I still did not expect Dragon Quest XI to kick me quite as hard in the dick as it does on occasion.

Among other scenes, this in particular really, really stands out.

Spoilers for that game, btw, so watch at own discretion.

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TW: regret, sorrow

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See you space cowboy.

 No.1082449

>>1082386
It's been so long since I watched that.

Have you seen samurai champloo?

The band seeyouspacecowboy is pretty cool too. Probably not to your taste though.

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>>1082449
Bebop always delivers.

I have seen about the first half, never finished it.

Why do you say that?

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>>1082450
The why do I say that about the band? Didn't think you'd be into the quite aggressive emo kind of thing but maybe I'm wrong.

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>>1082451
Ah.

Not wrong.

Sorry.

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>>1082386
I forgot about that episode

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>>1082458
Bebop has some good feels.

Also, forgive me as I let my mind spiral into some venting feels territory below.


Everyone does until you are alone at 3 am after a 12-hour shift wondering what the hell you are doing with your life so you put on some old Toonami bumpers.
See it and then your brain spirals thinking about all the hopes and dreams you had as a child and desperately hoping that version of you would understand what you are now.
Wanting to reach out and hug them and promise them that everything is going to be okay, knowing all the hardships to come. Having every solution to their problems but unable to change anything.


Wanting to be to the person you so desperately needed to save you for yourself. To make you not fucking hate yourself all the time.

So, the solution for me is to never let there be another me.

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>>1082462
No forgivence needed, you are more than welcome.

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>>1082462
I relate quite a bit, but then I'm still such a work-in-progress right now in terms of identity that I don't quite know how to process everything... I've clung to some dreams and hopes, I think, yet can't nail even them down...

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I swear I'm a good man.
So why won't you live me back?

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>>1084684
I hate how real dreams can feel. I hate that they make you think the persons really there, because when you wake up, it's like losing them all over again.

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 No.1084690

I'm tempted to post the entirety of Carrie & Lowell since it's an albu, where Sufjan Stevens mourns the death of his estranged mother ... whom he never bothered to fix things with when she was still alive. So it's probably one of the most heartbreaking, but beautiful, expressions of grief and regret you'll ever hear.

So I will just post this song from it. Not really about his mother, but about his struggles with the grief itself.

Are we to speak, first day of the week
Stumbling words at the bar
Beauty blue eyes, my order of fries
Long Island kindness and wine
Beloved of John, I get it all wrong
I read you for some kind of poem
Covered in lines, the fossils I find
Have they no life of their own?

So can we pretend sweetly
Before the mystery ends?
I am a man with a heart that offends
With its lonely and greedy demands
There's only a shadow of me in a matter of speaking I'm dead

Such a waste, your beautiful face
Stumbling carpet arise
Go follow your gem, your white feathered friend
Icarus, point to the sun
If history speaks of two baby teeth
I'm painting the hills blue and red
They said beware, Lord hear my prayer
I've wasted my throes on your head

So can we be friends, sweetly
Before the mystery ends?
I love you more than the world can contain
In its lonely and ramshackle head
There's only a shadow of me in a matter of speaking I'm dead

I'm holding my breath
My tongue on your chest
What can be said of my heart?
If history speaks, the kiss on my cheek
Where there remains but a mark
Beloved my John, so I'll carry on
Counting my cards down to one
And when I am dead, come visit my bed
My fossil is bright in the sun

So can we contend, peacefully
Before my history ends?
Jesus I need you, be near me, come shield me
From fossils that fall on my head
There's only a shadow of me in a matter of speaking I'm dead

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>>1084690

Given that this song is an expression of his wish for faith to help him deal with the despair, it's immediately followed by this track, where he laments that it doesn't help.

Now that I fell into your arms
My only lover
Give out to give in
I search for the capsule I lost

Drag me to hell
In the valley of The Dalles
Like my mother
Give wings to a stone
It's only the shadow of a cross

I slept on my back
In the shade of the meadowlark
Like a champion
Get drunk to get laid
I take one more hit when you depart

I'll drive that stake through the center of my heart
Lonely vampire
Inhaling its fire
I'm chasing the dragon too far

There's blood on that blade
Fuck me, I'm falling apart
My assassin
Like Casper the ghost
There's no shade in the shadow of the cross

 No.1084696

Daddy, please, hear this song that I sing
In your heart there's a spark that just screams
For a lover to bring a child to your chest that could lay as you sleep
And love all you have left like your boy used to be
Long ago wrapped in sheets warm and wet

Blister, please, with those wings in your spine
Love to be with a brother of mine
How he'd love to find your tongue in his teeth
In a struggle to find secret songs that you keep wrapped in boxes so tight
Sounding only at night as you sleep

And in my dreams you're alive and you're cryin'
As your mouth moves in mine soft and sweet
Rings of flowers round your eyes and I love you
For the rest of your life when you're here

Brother, see we are one in the same
And you left with your head filled with flames
And you watched as your brains fell out through your teeth
Push the pieces in place, make your smile sweet to see
Don't you take this away, I'm still wanting my face on your cheek

And when we break, we'll wait for our miracle
God is a place where some holy spectacle lies
When we break, we'll wait for our miracle
God is a place you will wait for the rest of your life

Two headed boy, she is all you could need
She will feed you tomatoes and radio wires
And retire to sheets safe and clean
But don't hate her when she gets up to leave

 No.1084697

I know that it is freezing
But I think we have to walk
I keep waving at the taxis
They keep turning their lights off

But Julie knows a party
At some actor's west side loft
Supplies are endless in the evening
By the morning they'll be gone

When everything is lonely
I can be my own best friend
I get a coffee and a paper
Have my own conversation

With the sidewalk and the pigeons
And my window reflection
The mask I polish in the evenings
By the morning looks like shit

I know you have a heavy heart
I can feel it when we kiss
So many men stronger than me
Have thrown their backs out trying to lift it

But me I'm not a gamble
You can count on me to split
The love I sell you in the evening
By the morning won't exist

You're looking skinny like a model
With your eyes all painted black
Just keep going to the bathroom
Always say you'll be right back

Well, it takes one to know one, kid
I think you got it bad
But what's so easy in the evening
By the morning's such a drag

I got a flask inside my pocket
We can share it on the train
And if you promise to stay conscious
I will try and do the same

Well, we might die from medication
But we sure killed all the pain
But what was normal in the evening
By the morning seems insane

And I'm not sure what the trouble was
That started all of this
The reasons all have run away
But the feeling never did

It's not something I would recommend
But it is one way to live
'Cause what is simple in the moonlight
By the morning never is

It was so simple in the moonlight
Now it's so complicated
It was so simple in the moonlight
So simple in the moonlight
So simple in the moonlight

 No.1084702

By the dried-up stream, we slit our throats and dreamed
When the buildings burned, was it some concern?
Mother laid in bed, what was it she said?

Gather all your worldly jewels and scatter them like fools
Don't you make a fuss, days so perilous
When the day is done, we'll ride... who cares what we find?

Another misspent night, we thought we got it right
The driver lost the wheel, the ice turned into steel
We shivered like refugees way down on our knees

By the dried-up stream, we slit our throats and dreamed
When the buildings burned, was it some concern?
Mother laid in bed, what was it she said?

 No.1084704

Silver Birch against a Swedish sky
The singer in the band made me want to cry
We're all inside our own heads now
We are leaving new friends
We are leaving this town
I wish you could be here with me
I would show you off like a trophy
The road it winds, it twists, it turns, now my stomach burns

Once again I'll be the foolish one
Thinking a blink of these lashes would make you come
Don't you worry, don't get in a state
I don't believe in true love anyway
Who's being pessimistic now
I could document this as our first and our last row
The more you look forlorn, the more to you I warm

I won't be seeing you for a long while
I hope it's not as long as these country miles
I feel lost

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In this life like weeds, you're just a rock to me
You're just a rock to me, you're just a rock to me
And in this life like weeds, you're just a rock to me
In this life like weeds, and in this life like weeds

I could have told you all that I love you
And in the places you go, you'll see the place where you're from
I could have told you all that I love you
And in the faces you meet, you'll see the place where you'll die
I could have told you all that I love you
And on the day that you die, you'll see the people you met
I could have told you all that I love you
And in the faces you see, you'll see just who you've been
(I wish I could have told you all)

In this life like weeds
In this life like weeds
Eyes need us to see
Hearts need us to bleed
In this life like weeds
You're a rock to me
I know where you're from
But where do you belong?
In this life like weeds
You're the dirt I breathe
In this life like weeds
You're a rock to me

[Instrumental Interlude]

In this life like weeds
In this life like weeds
I know where you're from
But where do you belong?
In this life like weeds
Eyes need us to see
Hearts need us to bleed
In this life like weeds
In this life like weeds
You're the dirt I breathe

All this talkin' all the time, and the air fills up
Up, up, until there's nothin' left to breathe
And you think you feel almost everything
And we know in there that our hearts
Are just made out of strings to be pulled
Strings to be pulled
So you think you've figured out everything?
But we know in there that our minds
Are just made out of strings to be pulled
Strings to be pulled
All this talkin' all the time, and the air fills up
Up, up, until there's nothin' left to breathe
Up, until there's nothin' left to speak
Up, until the better parts of space

 No.1084718

The King's crossing was the main attraction
Dominoes falling in a chain reaction
The scraping subject ruled by fear told me
Whiskey works better than beer

The judge is on vinyl, decisions are final
And nobody gets a reprieve
And every wave is tidal
If you hang around you're going to get wet

I can't prepare for death any more than I already have
All you can do now is watch the shells
The game looks easy that's why it sells

Frustrated fireworks inside your head
Are going to stand and deliver talk instead
The method acting that pays my bills
Keeps the fat man feeding in Beverly Hills

I got a heavy metal mouth, it hurls obscenity
And I get my check from the trash treasury
Because I took my own insides out

It don't matter 'cause I have no sex life
And all I wanna do now is inject my ex-wife
I've seen the movie
And I know what happens

It's Christmas time
And the needles on the tree
A skinny Santa is bringing something to me
His voice is overwhelming
But his speech is slurred
And I only understand every other word

Open your parachute and grab your gun
Falling down like an omen, a setting sun
Read the part and return at five
It's a hell of a role if you can keep it alive

But I don't care if I fuck up
I'm going on a date
With a rich wife lady
Ain't life great?

Give me one good reason not to do it
(Because we love you)
So do it

This is the place where time reverses
And dead men talk to all the pretty nurses
Instruments shine on a silver tray
Don't let me get carried away
Don't let me get carried away
Don't let me be carried away

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It's over
You don't need to tell me
I hope you're with someone who makes you feel safe
In your sleeping tonight
I won't kill myself trying to stay in your life
I got no distance left to run

When you see me
Please, turn your back and walk away
I don't want to see you 'cause I know the dreams that you keep
That's where we meet
And when you're coming down, think of me
I got no distance left to run

It's over
I knew it would end this way
I hope you're with someone who makes you feel
That this life, it's alive
One who settles down, stays around, spends more time with you
I got no distance left to run

I'm coming home
So cold
No more
Home
No more, no more, no more

 No.1084722

Laying on the bathroom floor
Kitty licks my cheek once more
And I, I could try
But waking up is harder when you wanna die

Walter's on the telephone
Tell him I am not at home
Cause I think that I
Am going to a place where I am always high

My name is Elizabeth
My life is shit and piss

 No.1084725

[Verse 1]
Oh
Can't anybody see
We've got a war to fight
Never find our way
Regardless of what they say

[Chorus]
How can it feel this wrong?
From this moment
How can it feel this wrong?

[Verse 2]
Storm in the morning light
I feel, no more can I say
Frozen to myself
I got nobody on my side
And surely that ain't right
Surely that ain't right

[Verse 1]
Oh
Can't anybody see
We've got a war to fight
Never find our way
Regardless of what they say
[Chorus]
How can it feel this wrong?
From this moment
How can it feel this wrong?

[Chorus]
How can it feel this wrong?
From this moment
How can it feel this wrong?

[Verse 1]
Oh
Can't anybody see
We've got a war to fight
Never find our way
Regardless of what they say

[Chorus]
How can it feel this wrong?
From this moment
How can it feel this wrong?

 No.1084726

Midnight late last week, my daughter's diary
Didn't know what it might be until it was open
I only read one page and then put it away
Talk about your big mistakes. Hey Shan, nice going

Photos show no tears in her eyes
All those pretty years gone by
I just cannot believe could do that to a child

Shannon just flew down, four days back in town
She sleeps and lies around and then she goes up
And then one day she's gone, what should I have done
Joe turns the TV on with all the lights out

Photos on the wall, she's my baby, she's my baby doll
Is she someone I don't know at all? Is she someone I betrayed
It's a grey day in the fall
And the radio's singing down the hall
And I rise to turn it off and all I'm seeing is her face, age eight

 No.1084729

In matching blue raincoats
Our shoes were our show boats
We kicked around
From stairway to station
We made a sensation
With the gadabout crowd
And oh, what a bargain
We're two easy targets
For the old men at the off-tracks
Who've paid in palaver
And crumpled old dollars
Which we squirreled away
In our rat trap hotel by the freeway
And we slept-in Sundays

Your parents were anxious
Your cool was contagious
At the old school
You left without leaving
A note for your grieving
Sweet mother, while
Your brother was so cruel
And here in the alleys
Your spirits were rallied
As you learned quick to make a fast buck
In bathrooms and barrooms
On dumpsters and heirlooms
We bit our tongues
Sucked our lips into our lungs 'til we were falling
Such was our calling

And here in our hollow we fuse like a family
But I will not mourn for you
So take up your makeup
And pocket your pills away
We're kings among runaways
On the bus mall
We're down
On the bus mall

Among all the urchins and old Chinese merchants
Of the old town
We reigned at the pool hall
With one iron cue ball
And we never let the bastards get us down
And we laughed off the quick tricks
The old men with limp dicks
On the colonnades of the waterfront park
As four in the morning came on, cold and boring
We huddled close
In the bus stop enclosure enfolding
Our hands tightly holding

But here in our hollow we fuse like a family
But I will not mourn for you
So take up your makeup
And pocket your pills away
We're kings among runaways
On the bus mall
We're down
On the bus mall
We're down
On the bus mall
We're down
Down on the bus mall

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Left fading in the water with your wings made of paper
Left drifting after flying through the clouds, you're floating here.
All your colours, which are fading
No more questing, no more questioning
At last you can rest forever
The flowers you once kissed
Scents that you have known
You can leave them all behind
On the water you rock back and forth
Left fading in the water with your wings made of paper


Like a butterfly that can reach into the sky
Like butterfly always free and on the run for life
I want to fade on the water
but that's a worry for later
Now I want to fly as a butterfly
rocking on the leaves of flowers
But I can't reach as high
so I'll just fly in my dreams
Always I am on the run for life
like a butterfly who can reach into the sky


To live, I thought, you should be a butterfly
To fly away from all your worries and pain
But I am no longer bothered
Being envious of butterflies
If even butterflies have to die
I don't want to waste my joy
I can live without flying
So why should I still reflect
on a butterfly who drowned in May.
To live I really don't want to be a butterfly anymore.


A Dutch classic. And somewhere I do think it's melancholic.

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Robin williams would been 70 today

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>>1090809
>>1090610
you doin ok?

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