Godamn dust in the room making my eyes water
Bump… just because it seem appropriate after so many responses in that thread showing the kids crying over that movie.
[quote]Iron Dwarf wrote:
Bump… just because it seem appropriate after so many responses in that thread showing the kids crying over that movie.[/quote]
Had to go back and read through this whole thread…
I have to admit I shed a tear the day HoustonGuy died, you epic troll you… You went full-tard like no other…
Every heroic death scene. Books, movies, video games. Every single one. Dieing from you wounds after slashing off your enemy’s head. It’s just such a perfect way to die.
[quote]wswnsc wrote:
[quote]Iron Dwarf wrote:
Bump… just because it seem appropriate after so many responses in that thread showing the kids crying over that movie.[/quote]
Had to go back and read through this whole thread…
I have to admit I shed a tear the day HoustonGuy died, you epic troll you… You went full-tard like no other…
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WHAT??? How did he die?
When Pac died
[quote]stefan128 wrote:
[quote]wswnsc wrote:
[quote]Iron Dwarf wrote:
Bump… just because it seem appropriate after so many responses in that thread showing the kids crying over that movie.[/quote]
Had to go back and read through this whole thread…
I have to admit I shed a tear the day HoustonGuy died, you epic troll you… You went full-tard like no other…
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WHAT??? How did he die?[/quote]
He likely choked on his own douche bag.
By the way…he didn’t really die. He just left the board.
Or am I wrong and there’s something I don’t know?
[quote]Iron Dwarf wrote:
Such a wuss topic for T-Men, I know.
But really… it’s a part of life if you’re a normal mortal, but so hard to fully “let go” when you probably really need it. I’ve probably cried less than 5 times in the last 10 years.
Sometimes a scene in a film just unexpectedly kicks the stones out from under you… or maybe lyrics in a song, or the way the chord progressions bend your seemingly immalleable nerves. Or just the obvious loss of a loved one - family, friend, or pet. Or perhaps it’s due to you feeling so personally broken and beaten for too long.
Or maybe it’s the tears of intense elation or joy. Something uplifting that brought sobs through your bouts of laughter.
It’s one of those things that feels so awful, yet so satisfying.
When I dropped my only son off at college this past September, I cried for a half hour in bed that night.
Sweet misery. Or was it miserably sweet?
Whatever.
When’s the last time you had a good and cleansing cry, where it felt as though your tears were your own blood?
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hey man i think i have to update everytime this thread comes back up. I yesterday after my mom’s bf cheated on her with a hooker. She just found out last year that my father had been secretly raising another family of 5 (they are not divorced)
[quote]Nards wrote:
[quote]stefan128 wrote:
[quote]wswnsc wrote:
[quote]Iron Dwarf wrote:
Bump… just because it seem appropriate after so many responses in that thread showing the kids crying over that movie.[/quote]
Had to go back and read through this whole thread…
I have to admit I shed a tear the day HoustonGuy died, you epic troll you… You went full-tard like no other…
[/quote]
WHAT??? How did he die?[/quote]
He likely choked on his own douche bag.
By the way…he didn’t really die. He just left the board.
Or am I wrong and there’s something I don’t know?
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I’m sure he will be back, he is just trying to think up a new moniker. Or maybe he realized it is not everyone else and he really is a douche and his head exploded.
I dont remember the last time i cried, but i seen this movie not too long ago and it depressed the shit out of me.
NO STUFF WITH DOGS OK?! THAT’S UNFAIR!
[quote]Nards wrote:
NO STUFF WITH DOGS OK?! THAT’S UNFAIR![/quote]
For Nards only.
[quote]Testy1 wrote:
[quote]Nards wrote:
[quote]stefan128 wrote:
[quote]wswnsc wrote:
[quote]Iron Dwarf wrote:
Bump… just because it seem appropriate after so many responses in that thread showing the kids crying over that movie.[/quote]
Had to go back and read through this whole thread…
I have to admit I shed a tear the day HoustonGuy died, you epic troll you… You went full-tard like no other…
[/quote]
WHAT??? How did he die?[/quote]
He likely choked on his own douche bag.
By the way…he didn’t really die. He just left the board.
Or am I wrong and there’s something I don’t know?
[/quote]
I’m sure he will be back, he is just trying to think up a new moniker. Or maybe he realized it is not everyone else and he really is a douche and his head exploded.
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He’ll be back as soon as some one post wonder bumps a thread and agrees with him.
The last time I cried was when I broke up with my girlfriend a few weeks ago. It was hard because she had done so much but ultimately the frustrations of distance and aspects of our characters just ground away at each other too much and we both deserved better.
The time before that was a very, very meaningful cry. I had just ridden a bicycle from Baltimore to Seattle in memory of a child hood friend that passed away from cancer about two years ago. I had cried at times along the ride remembering him and also living the stories of people with cancer or who had passed on with cancer along the way. However, i had come back home and was driving along. i was passing by near where his grave is located and I just got the most urgent urge to go to his grave. i pulled up to it, saw it, exploded into tears and vomited. Absolutely everything came flooding back. Playing soccer together at nine years old, farting around in our high school stat class, learning of his diagnosis, his relapse from a clean bill and eventual death. Every mountain that i climbed, and every brutally hot and windy day was done for him.
I sat the for a good hour, just absolutely inconsolable. I kept repeating “I did it, I did it”. He had truly inspired me to do something great and that somehow, in some way, his death could be one step closer to being vindicated. The ride was finally over for me at that point.
[quote]Iron Dwarf wrote:
[quote]Nards wrote:
NO STUFF WITH DOGS OK?! THAT’S UNFAIR![/quote]
For Nards only.
Oh man that poor kitty missing an eye. Poor little guy.
[quote]mwebb wrote:
The last time I cried was when I broke up with my girlfriend a few weeks ago. It was hard because she had done so much but ultimately the frustrations of distance and aspects of our characters just ground away at each other too much and we both deserved better.
The time before that was a very, very meaningful cry. I had just ridden a bicycle from Baltimore to Seattle in memory of a child hood friend that passed away from cancer about two years ago. I had cried at times along the ride remembering him and also living the stories of people with cancer or who had passed on with cancer along the way. However, i had come back home and was driving along. i was passing by near where his grave is located and I just got the most urgent urge to go to his grave. i pulled up to it, saw it, exploded into tears and vomited. Absolutely everything came flooding back. Playing soccer together at nine years old, farting around in our high school stat class, learning of his diagnosis, his relapse from a clean bill and eventual death. Every mountain that i climbed, and every brutally hot and windy day was done for him.
I sat the for a good hour, just absolutely inconsolable. I kept repeating “I did it, I did it”. He had truly inspired me to do something great and that somehow, in some way, his death could be one step closer to being vindicated. The ride was finally over for me at that point.[/quote]
wow
[quote]mwebb wrote:
The last time I cried was when I broke up with my girlfriend a few weeks ago. It was hard because she had done so much but ultimately the frustrations of distance and aspects of our characters just ground away at each other too much and we both deserved better.
The time before that was a very, very meaningful cry. I had just ridden a bicycle from Baltimore to Seattle in memory of a child hood friend that passed away from cancer about two years ago. I had cried at times along the ride remembering him and also living the stories of people with cancer or who had passed on with cancer along the way. However, i had come back home and was driving along. i was passing by near where his grave is located and I just got the most urgent urge to go to his grave. i pulled up to it, saw it, exploded into tears and vomited. Absolutely everything came flooding back. Playing soccer together at nine years old, farting around in our high school stat class, learning of his diagnosis, his relapse from a clean bill and eventual death. Every mountain that i climbed, and every brutally hot and windy day was done for him.
I sat the for a good hour, just absolutely inconsolable. I kept repeating “I did it, I did it”. He had truly inspired me to do something great and that somehow, in some way, his death could be one step closer to being vindicated. The ride was finally over for me at that point.[/quote]
I think this just made me shed a tear.
Last time I cried, I was in 5th grade.
All the punk ass kids tried to dunk my head in the toilet, cuz they thought it’d be funny. I was an easy target back then.
I’m crying right now. Seriously. I just found out that a good friend of mine was killed in a single-car wreck last night.
He had been sober for several years and then went back out and started drinking and snorting coke again after his parents divorced. I knew him well from a 12-step program and I had tried to help him stay sober and all that shit, but he seemed hell-bent on going off the deep end. Apparently he was at a bar last night in a complete stupor and none of his “new” friends there thought it was a bad idea if he drove home. He hit a tree at, from what I understand based on eye witness testimony in the local paper, at about 75 mph in a 30 mph zone after swerving into the center median strip and then overcorrecting and hitting a tree dead-on. Officers responded and found him alive but suffering from major head trauma.
Fucking alcoholism/drug addiction.
I’m a crier. Don’t know what it is, but it’s easier now to make me cry than when I was a kid.