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i watched it a long time ago but AIR is pretty sad :>
Bakario
^ same ;_;
sdfs
sdfs
Bakario
For me, Angel Beats and 1 of Inuyasha the Final Act's episode make my man's tears drops.....
It's rare to me to see how I cried when seeing anime..
but Angel Beats is more than treasuring your life, by not wasting your teen's life...
It's rare to me to see how I cried when seeing anime..
but Angel Beats is more than treasuring your life, by not wasting your teen's life...
Finished it ages ago.
but still ;_;
but still ;_;
This one is nostalgic for me, it reminds me of my childhood. One of my favorites anime, can't really tell how many times I've seen it.dNextGen wrote:
also Spirited away
Weird, no one mentioned Grave of the Fireflies yet.
Kanon too
multiple sad moments ;_;
multiple sad moments ;_;
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I haven't watched many animes, so I'd have to go to NHK ni Youkoso (Welcome to the NHK).
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What is the story about? o_OBakario wrote:
agreed,i cryd when i noticed that the father of kagura was so awesome ;__;Kanna wrote:
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That's not a sad seriesPokebis wrote:
I haven't watched many animes, so I'd have to go to NHK ni Youkoso (Welcome to the NHK).
that's an outright depressing series
didn't like the end of NHK Ni Youkoso
btw: Isayama Yomi ftw
;_;
btw: Isayama Yomi ftw
;_;
Bakario
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ga-reix3Jerry wrote:
What is the story about? o_O
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even the opening is so epic ;-;
Pokémon.
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I couldn't agree moreLunaticMara wrote:
Pokémon.
I cried in the theatre when I was a young un.silmarilen wrote:
LOL Turkish?
I also cried at this part back in midget days ;_;, also that magnitude 8 seems interesting *adds to plan to watch*those wrote:
I cried in the theatre when I was a young un.silmarilen wrote:
Yet, I believe the recent sadest scene i seen is when Ushio hugs her father in After Story
And Spirited Away more nostalgia
^ THIS!!!hillaryzx wrote:
but Angel Beats is more than treasuring your life, by not wasting your teen's life...
It also tells us to seek the true meaning of our lives
Definitely Clannad Afterstory.
The original soundtrack is just amazing.
It truly supports the atmosphere and story.
Tokyo Magnitude 8.0 also touched me.
Although I should have seen that ending coming.
It still struck me by surprise.
The original soundtrack is just amazing.
It truly supports the atmosphere and story.
Tokyo Magnitude 8.0 also touched me.
Although I should have seen that ending coming.
It still struck me by surprise.
Clannad After Story...NAGISAAAAA!
Menmaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa ;_;hoihoisoi wrote:
Ano Hana. Cried at several episodes. IT'Z EPICZZZZ!!!
Clannad after story, and angel beats. theres a alot more but thats all i can think of.
Clannad/Anohana
and this.silmarilen wrote:
None so far. (But is Clanned really that sad though? Just wondering because I've never saw it yet.)
yes it is, it made me cry ;___;david huhh wrote:
(But is Clanned really that sad though? Just wondering because I've never saw it yet.)
5cm per second
Clannad AS
plan to watch ano hi mita hana
might add that toyko magnitude 8.0 one to my list too
Clannad AS
plan to watch ano hi mita hana
might add that toyko magnitude 8.0 one to my list too
Anime script:
One day, I was sitting alone in the classroom, it was afternoon, crowds of people were moving with happiness and chatting with each other. From one of them I heard:
“Hey, today’s Valentine’s day right? Are you going to confess to your lover right?”
“Ew, no! That kind of crap’s disgusting! I’d rather eat garbage!”
Valentine’s day, it was a word, so weirdly clear, so peculiarly realistic, it rang distant bells, in my memory. Then it seemed to have provoked something colossal, I had forgotten it all long! I am amazed that I had forgotten something as big as this.
It was a melancholic trauma I had endured.
“Afternoon,
I sat alone in the classroom,
gazing out the window,
as if she was still there. ”
I discovered her beauty by accident, he was like a dark and dumb(silent) comet, whose beauty is never admired until discovery. She was beautiful, at least in my perspective: her black, long hair, flowing like perpetual obsidian streams; her eyes, as bright as dark stars... I can’t saw a place in her that’s not imperfect. I fell in love quick.
But nothing is perfect, just when I was in a trance in love, I had noticed that early love(which is any love relationshups in schools lower than university, we call it “早恋”). I pretend that I never liked her and abhorred her. I displaced her beautiful images with ugly pictures, but I canI was ignoring her every day, but her memories will always seep in through my defenses. At home, I defiantly refused her memories and hated her. I acted if she was a heartless monster, but she was not, she was only a poor girl, being blamed for my inefficiency. I will keep pretending and supprressing, until the day I reach 18, that’ll be four years later.
But, I'm afraid that my psychological bulwark will not break down four years later.
Then I carried on, loveless.
It was until the day she left, we wrote cards to give to students leaving. I was stuck when I raised my pen, I tried to call back my meomories of love with great mind force, but to no prevail. All I can write is “Good Luck”. I wanted to travel to the days where I had not refused love, I wanted to travel to the days where I can saw her hair like obsidian flowing streams, her eyes like black stars, I wanted to travel to the days where there was no rule restricting love... But look at now, we might not meet again, until a student meeting afar at the future, I tried to seize as many beautiful pictures of hers as possible.
But she left, at last. Without an aroma of fragrance, without an image full of beauty, without a speck of dust, without a strand of hair...
I sat there sighing with remorse and intense melancholy, I tried to immortalize her by drawing her, but it was too ugly, I sighed again of my ineptness. I looked out the window, only if she was...there.
She was there walking down the road, although I can only saw here back, it was one of the most beautiful things I have ever saw, it was ineffable. I saw her walked down the road as she entered a car.
There can be still hope, I thought.
“Afternoon,
I sat alone in the classroom,
gazing out the window,
as if she was still there.
But all left was none.
She was not is SHE WAS.”
Oh, wait, I forgot I got to stop shitposting, pleasing ignore this thread and pretend that was not an anime script.
One day, I was sitting alone in the classroom, it was afternoon, crowds of people were moving with happiness and chatting with each other. From one of them I heard:
“Hey, today’s Valentine’s day right? Are you going to confess to your lover right?”
“Ew, no! That kind of crap’s disgusting! I’d rather eat garbage!”
Valentine’s day, it was a word, so weirdly clear, so peculiarly realistic, it rang distant bells, in my memory. Then it seemed to have provoked something colossal, I had forgotten it all long! I am amazed that I had forgotten something as big as this.
It was a melancholic trauma I had endured.
“Afternoon,
I sat alone in the classroom,
gazing out the window,
as if she was still there. ”
I discovered her beauty by accident, he was like a dark and dumb(silent) comet, whose beauty is never admired until discovery. She was beautiful, at least in my perspective: her black, long hair, flowing like perpetual obsidian streams; her eyes, as bright as dark stars... I can’t saw a place in her that’s not imperfect. I fell in love quick.
But nothing is perfect, just when I was in a trance in love, I had noticed that early love(which is any love relationshups in schools lower than university, we call it “早恋”). I pretend that I never liked her and abhorred her. I displaced her beautiful images with ugly pictures, but I canI was ignoring her every day, but her memories will always seep in through my defenses. At home, I defiantly refused her memories and hated her. I acted if she was a heartless monster, but she was not, she was only a poor girl, being blamed for my inefficiency. I will keep pretending and supprressing, until the day I reach 18, that’ll be four years later.
But, I'm afraid that my psychological bulwark will not break down four years later.
Then I carried on, loveless.
It was until the day she left, we wrote cards to give to students leaving. I was stuck when I raised my pen, I tried to call back my meomories of love with great mind force, but to no prevail. All I can write is “Good Luck”. I wanted to travel to the days where I had not refused love, I wanted to travel to the days where I can saw her hair like obsidian flowing streams, her eyes like black stars, I wanted to travel to the days where there was no rule restricting love... But look at now, we might not meet again, until a student meeting afar at the future, I tried to seize as many beautiful pictures of hers as possible.
But she left, at last. Without an aroma of fragrance, without an image full of beauty, without a speck of dust, without a strand of hair...
I sat there sighing with remorse and intense melancholy, I tried to immortalize her by drawing her, but it was too ugly, I sighed again of my ineptness. I looked out the window, only if she was...there.
She was there walking down the road, although I can only saw here back, it was one of the most beautiful things I have ever saw, it was ineffable. I saw her walked down the road as she entered a car.
There can be still hope, I thought.
“Afternoon,
I sat alone in the classroom,
gazing out the window,
as if she was still there.
But all left was none.
Oh, wait, I forgot I got to stop shitposting, pleasing ignore this thread and pretend that was not an anime script.