I Know, Somehow, That Only When It Is Dark Enough Can You See The Stars. -Martin Luther King

I know, somehow, that only when it is dark enough can you see the stars. -Martin Luther King

Send me the saddest, angstiest, depressing head canons & scenarios about any character/s from The Outsiders. Please and thank you:)

Soda and Darry actually have really bad and regular nightmares too but neither admit it. Darry doesn’t want to have to put that on his brothers and Soda because he doesn’t want to make anyone more worried or stressed than they already are.

I think that is so true! I feel like they would just manage to hide it from Ponyboy and each other.

I seen the post where you wanted something sad about the outsiders so maybe like, once Johnny and dally dies he becomes sadder and sadder every day. He completely stop watching sunsets but every once in a while he will look at the them despite the heaviness in his heart. He stops playing track because the running reminds him of when him and Johnny had to run away and when ever he sees and leather jacket his eyes fills with tears because they remind him of dally. He blames himself every day of the deaths of his two best friends despite soda pop and Darry telling him it wasnt his fault. He locks him self in his room most the time and just stares at his book shelf no longer having the motivation to read the books. He reads johnnys letter every night and bowls his eyes out till he falls asleep. I don’t know what else to put so there ya have it😅

That actually sounds amazing. In a sobbing on the bathroom floor kind of way. Thank you!

Here's Another Poem I wrote

This is one of the two poems that I wrote this year for a black history assembly at my school.

Blind

Can’t see it.

Can’t feel it.

Can’t recognize it.

You’re blind.

You turn away from the struggle of others.

You won’t hear about the injustice.

You pretend it’s all in the past.

You’re blind.

Don’t act like isn’t here.

Don’t act like it isn’t there.

Don’t make-believe it's all gone away.

Don’t look away from all the pain.

Your guilt is telling you to turn away.

Your fear is making you hateful.

Your hate is turning you violent.

Your ignorance has made you blind.

My Book's on Amazon

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