I cry during the charge of the Rohirrim in Return if the King. It’s weird but its so emotionally charged for me I just can’t hold it. The horn blowing that announces their arrival on Pelenor fields announces my tears as well.
i cry when i have to chop an onion. not because it hurts my eyes, but because it’s sad that it’s the end of the road after it worked so hard to grow up to be a big stinky onion.
I find myself getting choked up often when there are powerful emotions on display. Sadness, joy, and even things like bravery. Dunno why, but I do. So did my Dad. Maybe it’s genetic.
Sometimes I cry happy tears when I hear kids having a grand old time playing at playgrounds. That sort of pure joy is so far from my grown-up experiences, it’s like my brain can’t process it anymore.
I cry during sad movies. Fight me about it, bro.
I cry during happy movies, even. Whenever there’s any type of strong emotions I’m fighting back tears.
I cry during the charge of the Rohirrim in Return if the King. It’s weird but its so emotionally charged for me I just can’t hold it. The horn blowing that announces their arrival on Pelenor fields announces my tears as well.
I cry when the wind hits my face 😭
i cry when i have to chop an onion. not because it hurts my eyes, but because it’s sad that it’s the end of the road after it worked so hard to grow up to be a big stinky onion.
Hell yeah.
i almost cried when michael left the office, was a close call. i cried when he showed up to dwights and angelas wedding.
I cry at the end of kids shows. Last airbender, gravity falls, amphibia, owl house and she-ra. They all got me good.
I cry when people hit me too hard. So, no.
I cry at EVERYTHING. It’s honestly a little ridiculous. Especially if it is about a dog or if weirdos are nice to each other.
I find myself getting choked up often when there are powerful emotions on display. Sadness, joy, and even things like bravery. Dunno why, but I do. So did my Dad. Maybe it’s genetic.
Sometimes I cry happy tears when I hear kids having a grand old time playing at playgrounds. That sort of pure joy is so far from my grown-up experiences, it’s like my brain can’t process it anymore.
Hug fight!