Toska storie

A by-product of the conjunction between uplifting music and a profound state of discordant emotions.

Just a bunch of sad poems I've wrote.

Poetry, sometimes sad isn't so bad....

Kuki, Tosia i Filip znajdują czerwone krzesło obdarzone niezwykłą mocą.

Toska- Longing with nothing to long for == !!!All characters in this story at 18 or older unless specified!!! = Y/N is female gender assigned but will be going by nonbinary pronouns = This story takes place in 1985. == After attending a birthday party with one of your friends, you meet the son of one of the owners of the Pizzaria. What goes from a cliche, cheesy teenage friendship turns into an even more cliche problem...A problem you get to witness firsthand. ===== COVER ART BY MEYHEMMI-on twitter- all rights to characters and game franchise go to Scott Cawthon and Wool Studios.

(n.)- a deep emotional state of melancholic longing or nostalgia for something that is absent, long gone, or never really there.

On Going... READ THE WARNING AT THE BOTTOM 'Toska', A Name Given To Him By A Strange Stranger: Anna. He's Closed Off At First But Slowly Warms Up To Her Presence. But To Love You Need To Learn How To Love Yourself. Can They Both Learn To Do That And Share With The Other Their Deepest, Darkest Secrets? Or Will They Push Each Other Away? FROM COVER: They May Seem Ordinary But Behind The Layers Of Clothes Holds A Dark Secret. "Toska" The voice was close- quiet. I turned. A warm, pale face greeted mine. A small girl. A small, fragile, dainty, short girl. Her hands hidden away in the sleeve of her hoodie, clutching the entrance. Despite the damp weather she wore nothing more than a black tennis shirt, black zipped-up hoodie with the hood up, fishnets that Hardly clung to her stick-like legs, and wet, muddy, tattered, black and white converse. I still didn't reply to the word she spoke. I shifted my gazed back onto the city. She didn't speak neither did she wait for my reply. Her quiet steps made loud from the squishy mud that surround the bench like a bog. She sat far; although I was in the middle... it wasn't exactly a long bench...should I move? "It's a Russian Noun." She didn't look my way but starred aimlessly into the city as if to mirror me. "No." she scoffed to herself like it was a dumb question. I barely know her, "Toska: An immense ache for nothing and everything all at once. An anguish from the bottom of the heart." I didn't reply, but this time she was looking at me, expecting one. I didn't give into her long, immense gaze. WARNING: Mental health. May be triggering. (Yes, Anna is a metaphor for ana/anorexia)

꒰ ﹫ ᶻ 𝘇 𐰁 ꒱⠀ ⏜ .ㅤׄㅤִㅤ toska⠀𔓕

A collection of poems for the aching soul:P

Terkadang sebuah pertemuan kembali menyadarkan bahwa semesta terus bergerak. Waktu merangkak maju, semua akan berubah dan tak selalu sama.

Dalam doa ada dua unsur yang diajukan kepada Tuhan. Meminta dan memaksa. Hal itu tak akan lepas dengan garis singgung masa depan yang diinginkan. Terlepas dari itu, perihal masa depan ada dua unsur yang membangun masa depan. Takdir dan pilihan. Akan tetapi, terkadang manusia salah dalam menempatkan keduanya. Pilihan bukanlah takdir yang kemudian dikonklusikan menjadi kata "Ini sudah nasib" Ada kalanya manusia harus memilih dan mengusahakannya, karena pada hakikatnya masa depan bukan untuk dilihat dan diminta, selain Tuhan tentukan ia juga harus diusahakan. . . Semesta punya jalannya sendiri untuk mempertemukan ataupun memisahkan. Story by: Vhe_Ya

hiatus a grfx atelier; you don't want to come near

Toska harus pulang sebelum jam 8 malam, kalau tidak ia akan....

توسکا، روایت قلبِ سریز از حسرت عشق و کینه‌ی به خواب رفته‌ی یک بازمانده از جنگ جهانی دوم در امپراتوری کره که با ریتم موسیقی پیانیست محبوب غرب، قراره جوونه‌ای نو از احساسات ممنوعه در قلب سخت شده‌اش باشه.

@mazewriterrr gave me permission to post this It's been 46 years.. Sander and Newt find eachother again, but not in a way they would've liked... Ṫ̴̢̖̯̙͈̯͑́̐̿̾̿̚͠O̶̼̤̲͐͌͐̈̎͑̄̕͘S̷̛͖͔͐̌̎̒̋͐̕̚͠ͅK̷̨̛͖͎̱̫͚͎͖̏̍̀̄̓͘͜A̸͓̩̙͓̜̞̱̔̀̄̋̎̋ ̴͓̜̳͖͎͉̗͓̹̭̀́̄̑s̵͖̪̟̜͔͗͜ê̴͖̗͖͎̮̱̦̲̔̓͜͜q̶̡̢͍͖͇̤̤̺̺̼͂̀̉̉́̚u̵̢͉͙̙͎͋̓̄̍͊͛̉͑ĕ̵̮̺͈͉̺͖̃̎̏͋̾ļ̴̲̬̱̹̀̽̔

This is the story of the foolish boy who took on the legendary sword and started the lineage of Sword Saints, the lineage of Astrea, Lineage of Heroes. Let's take a look at the journey of that foolish boy.