Where to have a good cry around Boston

Our guide to the best spots to visit when you need to turn on the water works.

Inside Boylston Station, where a large rectangular sign reads "Boylston: Theatre District" above a black bench, pay phone, and trash can, with an old orange streetcar in the background.

The T makes us all cry anyways, so why not pause to blow off some steam at Boylston?

Everyone knows that nagging feeling when it’s been a long day (or month...or year...) and a thorough sob session is in order. We present our picks for opportune places to cry in Boston, which may or may not be based on real-life experience.

Boylston Station

Go ahead, get a little weepy. It’s not like anyone will hear you over the screeches of the T when it pulls into the station. Shed a few extra tears when you inevitably realize you entered on the wrong side and have to pay the fare again to board the correct train.

Any bar near Causeway Street

Picture this: the time is 12:17 a.m. You’re distraught after watching the Bruins or Celtics lose at TD Garden. Or maybe they won, and those are tears of joy rolling down your chapped cheeks and into your beer. Your jersey makes a convenient hankie in a pinch.

Allston’s Taco Bell Cantina

Those tacos will get soggy when you remember these walls once housed Great Scott, one of the greatest venues in Boston music history. Now it’s just another place for BU students to inhale junk food. At least The Model might be less crowded now.

Two large, inflatable clown heads sandwiched in an alley between the ornate architecture of two buildings.

Clowns Nagg and Nell, who are sandwiched between buildings downtown, will bring out some heightened emotions.

Next to inflatable clowns

Titled “End Game (Nag & Nell),” this seasonal “Winteractive” art display near Suffolk University’s Modern Theatre will likely inspire some melancholia. Maybe the clowns embody your worst nightmare, or maybe they call to mind all the times you played yourself. Either way, you’re bawling, bud. If anyone sees you, just pretend to be part of the installation.

The Institute of Contemporary Art

You don’t need museum admission to sit on the ICA’s back patio, which faces crystal-blue waters and East Boston. The clear view of the sunset frequently knocks loose some sentimentality — and serves as a reminder that we live in a truly breathtaking city.

If you find yourself traveling to Sacramento or San Antonio and need a good cry, don’t miss these guides from SACtoday and SATXtoday.

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