/u/PistachioPug's posts in /r/TwoSentenceSadness

Year:

Only show posts with narrations

I woke from the nightmare, gasping in relief.

14 upvotes

Mark as read: Add to a list

One of these must be your fate: to be utterly worthless, or to be valued by the wrong people for the wrong reasons.

14 upvotes

Mark as read: Add to a list

It's always fascinating to watch social media respond to a hot-button news story.

14 upvotes

Mark as read: Add to a list

Someday none of it will matter, not this heartache, not this blighted ambition, not this yearning that flutters in my chest like a wounded bird.

14 upvotes

Mark as read: Add to a list

The flickering glow of the flames is reflected on my skin, bringing none of their warmth.

14 upvotes

Mark as read: Add to a list

I've spent most of my life trying not to disappoint you because I didn't want to make you angry.

14 upvotes

Mark as read: Add to a list

I knew they thought I was pretentious and aloof.

14 upvotes

Mark as read: Add to a list

At Sunday school we sang about God's love, but I couldn't shake my notion of an angry, punitive deity tallying up my every trespass.

14 upvotes

Mark as read: Add to a list

I remember the jubilation in the room when the first AI passed the Turing test, but somehow I couldn't quite share it.

13 upvotes

Mark as read: Add to a list

One of these must be your fate: to die young and be lamented for your wasted potential, or to die old long after everyone else has ceased to care what you might have been.

13 upvotes

Mark as read: Add to a list

Title	Upvotes	Mark as read	Favorited	Rating	Add to a list
I woke from the nightmare, gasping in relief.	14
One of these must be your fate: to be utterly worthless, or to be valued by the wrong people for the wrong reasons.	14
It's always fascinating to watch social media respond to a hot-button news story.	14
Someday none of it will matter, not this heartache, not this blighted ambition, not this yearning that flutters in my chest like a wounded bird.	14
The flickering glow of the flames is reflected on my skin, bringing none of their warmth.	14
I've spent most of my life trying not to disappoint you because I didn't want to make you angry.	14
I knew they thought I was pretentious and aloof.	14
At Sunday school we sang about God's love, but I couldn't shake my notion of an angry, punitive deity tallying up my every trespass.	14
I remember the jubilation in the room when the first AI passed the Turing test, but somehow I couldn't quite share it.	13
One of these must be your fate: to die young and be lamented for your wasted potential, or to die old long after everyone else has ceased to care what you might have been.	13