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faszaakisshobbi · 24 days
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thinking about when i visited П on her birthday last october. i surprised her after school when i knew she would still be in her office. i gave her a bracelet i made and it was her favourite colour. we talked for a while. before i left, she gave me the biggest hug and she held me so close. she sighed and whispered “i miss you so much”
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her-favourite · 2 months
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Closure - please read if you even remotely care about me
I have been having this feeling for months... that I regret ever becoming friends with E.
I only ever posted about the good and about the cutesy stuff but having her in my life (even tho she saved me, she helped me when I was most suicidal) really fucked me up. We had great moments together and she put me in not-so-great situations, emotionally.
There were times when I asked her to message me when she got home (when I knew she'd arrive home late) and she didn't. She she said she'd call me back, she rarely did which caused me intense anxiety. She pointed out flaws in the name of helping me better myself, these often turned into massive insecurities.
Last year, when I have already slept at hers a couple of time, when we were already close friends she full on forgot my birthday (24/02) which broke my heart as she was my main mother figure. When I brought it up she said her mental health was suffering. In contrast, I gave her silver jewellery just a few weeks earlier for her birthday. That whole ordeal really fucked me up and our relationship was never the same. I'm like 60% sure she won't remember my birthday this year... (She never really wore the silver jewellery I gave her which broke my heart because I wore the necklace with a pendant that she gave me every. single. day. For more than 2 years.)
She purposefully never said that she loved me. I told her that I needed that in a friendship, she knew that, yet she never said it.
She purposefully never introduced me as her friend when we met someone. Always as her exstudent. She knew it was important for me, yet she never did it.
It was always me initiating things, it was always me calling her to check up on her. She hardly ever reached out to me. I initiated I'd say 95% of our interactions.
When I left high school I asked her if we can have an adult friendship. She said yes. That wasn't true.
I told her handwritten things are my thing. I told her multiple times. I told her multiple times how happy I was when I got handwritten anything from other friends. Not once did she write anything. Not even a Merry Xmas card. Nothing.
Every time I told her something about N or T she kind of got jealous (I don't know if that's how she actually felt but it seemed like it) and always found something negative about their actions. Why did T as a married man talk to me like that? Why did N as an adult (buy this point I was already 19-20) talk to me about serious stuff) that way etc.
She had been in abusive situations. I thought that she deserved to be loved unconditionally. I thought that if she felt loved by me it's all by worth it. During a fight, I once asked her if she felt loved by me. She said no. That broke my heart to a million pieces because that means that it was all in vain. Whenever she said or did something that hurt me I justified staying because her feeling loved unconditionally was more important for me. And yet it was all in vain.
I learnt so many things from her, both as a person and also as a teacher. I'm so glad I had her in my life during my formative years but I think it's time I set up some boundaries and put a bit of distance between us.
There were multiple times when she messed with my mental peace to the point where I'd have full-on meltdowns, and would have very shit couple of days after our fights. Almost always I wanted to dramatically have a friendship breakup with her but I was afraid I'd be kind of flagged as childish for how I react. But I convinced myself that I just have to suck it up and that E is simply a tough-love and extremely honest type of person.
My heart feels like it's missing a piece. Throughout my high school years, I had (still have) very troubled, emotionally neglectful relationship with my parent's and I almost took pride in calling myself neither my father's nor my mother's little girl. But E's. She took on a motherly figure role in my life. Which is now ending.
I don't know how it may seem to other people, it may seem not that big of a deal but E really was my close friend, I probably knew all her close friends, she definitely knew mine, I have slept at hers multiple times, I even had a key to her flat for a brief time. I met her when I was 14 and now I'm about to turn 21.
One thing I want to add is, and I don't want to compare these two women because both are genuinely amazing (and E was amazing just not as a mother figure I think) , but I feel the most secure, reassured and genuinely liked with my mentor-mentee relationship with N even tho I've known N for a little less than one year.
I don't know how long this post is going to be in my drafts until I'm able to post it (and by that, accept these things.) If she forgets my birthday that'll probably be the last straw and I'll post it. 18/01/24
27/02/24: She forgot it again. I don’t know what to do.
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notmidnight · 1 year
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Walking out of your tcs class feeling emptier than when you walked in<<<
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atxokirina · 10 months
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My biggest flex is becoming close friends with my the teacher I was attached to after I graduated. Now we're close friends and I can sleep at hers anytime I want. 🫣
NO WAY????? i WISH that i could be close friends with mine, good for you ‼️
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jax11037 · 4 months
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“Class is in Session”
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thyeternalsummer-tc · 2 years
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had a dream in which I asked her to go out for coffee with me but unsent it instantly and she still replied and said that of course we could meet up for coffee. Is this my sign to actually ask her?!
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woman-simp · 2 years
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Okay but- please tell me I'm not the only one who gets so easily attached to female teachers like not everyone but mostly my language teachers
and yes I'm a lesbian but I don't have a crush on them or smth I just want their affection and I want them to tell me that they're proud of me and all this shit-
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sheismyteacherr · 2 years
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Oh!! My!! Gosh!! My platonic tc touched my necklace today (which is very close around my neck) and told me it looked really nice. This woman makes me swoon
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faszaakisshobbi · 1 year
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П would love Cigarettes After Sex [me projecting what i like onto my teacher]
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SFW ask :) If you're okay with it could u maybe write a young female PE teacher comforting a female student with anorexia/eating struggles? Thank you xx
Hey, I don't know when exactly i got this ask or who sent it but.. If you are struggling please reach out. I've had my fair share of eating ... issues ... and been from starving to binging over the years. You deserve more <3
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Contains: - Comfort - Discussion of eating disorders and issues - No weight, calorie, ect specifics but they are mentioned/implied.
Keep in mind that this is written from the POV of someone with an eating disorder so there are disordered thoughts IF YOU USE THIS AS ANY SORT OF INSPO I WILL LITERALLY KICK YOUR FUCKING ASS DAWG.
The sun was too bright and harsh on your eyes as you stood in the middle of a senior year soccer game, one hand thrown over your head as you rocked on your feet. Skipping breakfast hadn't been the wisest choice now that you could feel your pulse rocketing through every inch of your body. You half considered for the smallest fraction of a second that a drink of water might have fixed your problems but, your bottle was so far and full of week old water you never bothered to change with the assumption you wouldn't drink it. Thinking about it, you couldn't remember the last time you had had anything to drink. Your last meal was... The ball rolled pathetically along the grass and boys three times your size who obsessed over the gym yelled and screamed. The coach on the side ran with them. Everyone was having fun as you tried your hardest to breathe through the next wave of pounding pain. "Hmm," you groaned and closed your eyes.
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The next thing you knew you were laying on the floor in the middle of the nurses office. The cool tiles pressed against your overheated legs and hands as three boys from the class stared down at you. The PE coach waved them away shouting words you couldn't make out yet then crouched down next to you. She held out a cup of water but you shook your head. It took too much muscle to push yourself up only for your teacher to wrap her hands around your arm and help you until you leant against the leg of a nearby chair. You felt stupid yet somewhat .. proud, in a twisted way that went against every biological reason and primal urge. It was stupid, you knew that. The bowl of fruit on the desk stared at you until you shifted your eyes to the floor and repeated the dreaded 'you don't deserve to eat' in your head until it was no longer tempting. It was cruel, to make someone so afraid of food addicted to it.
"Are you ok?" your coach repeated for what seemed like the hundredth time before you nodded, finally listening. "Of course yeah sorry, god i just have just- well it was really hot and I had been running and so-," you knew she didn't believe you from the way she tilted her head and creased her eyebrows so you resigned and squeaked out a, "you know?" at the end. She shook her head.
"I was watching you during the lesson, you barely moved at all. I thought for a while you were asleep standing up but then," she gestured to your current situation. "all this. Have some water, hm? Please?" She held the water out one more time so you took it but placed it on the floor between both of you.
"I'm ok," you said with a strained smile. "I don't believe you," she frowned and shifted back to sit fully down on the ground. "Look, you're a fraction of what you were a month ago. Physically I mean, come on," she sighed, "This isn't my position, I don't know how to deal with these things but I care about you ok? You don't deserve to suffer like this." You smiled yet barely took in the words and she noticed. "Listen to me. You do not deserve to feel this way, ok? Do you understand me? Do i need to get the school psychologist down here?" "No," you said far too loud and far too fast. "It's ok." Your mind was racing, sure you were nearly an adult but they could still tell your parents and if they found out...
"Ok, alright I trust you," she said, hands in the air as if giving in. "Talk to me then." Your eyes widened slightly and you went to shake your head but stopped. "I know what you're going through," she said and gave a soft smile. Suddenly you were self conscious. Your hands rubbed down the pleats in your skirt and turned clammy, your lungs constricted and oxygen suddenly felt thick. Damn it. "Honestly, I promise it's ok. You know, I hope this isn't over stepping but, it is ok to eat," she said and your heart stopped. She noticed your face drop and placed a hand firmly on your shoulder. It felt like the entire world came crashing back to reality, like suddenly you could feel the harsh indent the metal chair leg was leaving on your spine and her rings were far too cold on your shoulder. "Food isn't evil, I promise. I know it feels overwhelming to eat or like it's too difficult but it is ok. You are a person, and your body works so hard to keep you alive every single day and that is amazing. You always make other people smile, hell even today you learnt an extra sports shirt to another student before class even when you clearly felt like, excuse the language, shit." You finally smiled through the desperate tears threatening to burn your throat. "Imagine your body is a bunch of little workers yeah? Just stay with me on this one. You have hundreds of workers in your body and they are all trying their hardest to keep you alive but they aren't even getting a minimum wage with the way you treat your body. You're like the Jeffrey Bezos of your body's economy." You both smiled and a single tear slid down your hollow cheek. There was silence and then she said, "I'm sorry for getting political. I know I'm not meant to." "It's ok," you say shaking your head and brushing the single tear away, trying to hide the rest refusing to fall behind your hair.
"You are beautiful ok?" she said and slowly moved the water back into your hand with a raised eyebrow. This time, despite the screaming panic, you downed the cup in painfully slow sips and let your head fall back onto the chair.
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her-favourite · 8 months
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Are there active TCC Tumblr blogs?? Yes? No??
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notmidnight · 2 years
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when she smiles at you>>
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i just remembered that time M said she used to listen to taylor swift and me her and my friend started discussing about her albums and that was the first lesson ive ever had with her shes so cool
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thyeternalsummer-tc · 2 years
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i want - no NEED her to call me sweetheart again 😫😪
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Miss Smith, Smart teacher.
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