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#hate my mom
insanegirlbloging · 2 months
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im sad lets read smut again
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drifting-bones · 8 months
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i hate feeling like such a fuck up. my own mother will look me in the eyes and tell me she feels like she fucked up, not because i’m mentally ill and traumatized, but because she thinks i’m weird and regrets not being able to force me to be normal. i wish she just treated me like a person for once in my life, i hate being her fucking puppet, she’s such a self absorbed piece of shit
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notkinmy · 4 months
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no sabia que
no mantener ordenado mi cuarto = ser una decepción de persona
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badasscutie · 1 year
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my own mom says the harshest words to me, what else i can expect from the outer world
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constawrites · 8 months
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HELPPP MY MOM JUST CAME AND SHOWED ME A WHOLE VIDEO OF A MOM WHO EXPLAINED HOW GENDER IDEOLOGY KILLED HER TRANS SON
The video literally said:
“My ‘daughter’ identified as a boy and i tried to show her the light of God but she left and never communicated with me again.”
“Months later she su1cided for the bullying she suffered for ‘being trans’”
Like, in what moment is the fault of gender ideology that this stupid world isn’t capable of basic respect 🫤
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sofiaflorina2021 · 8 months
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I hate my mom, I hate my mom I hate my mom, I hate my mom I hate my motherfucking mom I hate my mom
I Hate My Mom (2019) - GRLwood
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wordsofpoetry · 1 year
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mother
People say that my mom and I have a good daughter and mother  relationship .
I wish that people could see through those lies .
Hate , words, lies , betrayal that's our relationship 
Yes , I lied to my mom multiple times .
I’m a terrible daughter I know but she never asked “why “ why would I lie to the creature who put me on this earth , my beloved mother.
Because my truth was never enough ,  i was honest really but why did she needed to say those typical words full of hate and dispiece .
My love was never enough for her and myself.
A part of me  hates her  and the other part loves her , adores her.
Hateful words everyday , day and night when I wake up she hates me with all her heart .
She doesn’t know that her mind is broken and mine is shattered .
She doesn’t know that I'm tired of fighting over nothing but myself  .
But to her I'm the devil and i will always be .
Wishing everyday that her little angel of a daughter would be back . 
But that kid had already died , crying in pain in agony for her soul to repair.
 She  drowned a long time ago , her happiness was taken from herself .
I feel sad for her to have a daughter like me .
Sorry that i died mom
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mas0n-starvves · 1 year
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bruh i literally cannot stand my mother k literally hate her so much its nkt even fjnny all i want is my money but nooo she has to steal more than half of my paycheck which isnt even that much i cant stand this b!txh
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monsieurgucchi · 6 months
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Why can't Monday come sooner I already miss all my bitches in school
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inkskinned · 6 months
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the thing about art is that it was always supposed to be about us, about the human-ness of us, the impossible and beautiful reality that we (for centuries) have stood still, transfixed by music. that we can close our eyes and cry about the same book passage; the events of which aren't real and never happened. theatre in shakespeare's time was as real as it is now; we all laugh at the same cue (pursued by bear), separated hundreds of years apart.
three years ago my housemates were jamming outdoors, just messing around with their instruments, mostly just making noise. our neighbors - shy, cautious, a little sheepish - sat down and started playing. i don't really know how it happened; i was somehow in charge of dancing, barefoot and laughing - but i looked up, and our yard was full of people. kids stacked on the shoulders of parents. old couples holding hands. someone had brought sidewalk chalk; our front walk became a riot of color. someone ran in with a flute and played the most astounding solo i've ever heard in my life, upright and wiggling, skipping as she did so. she only paused because the violin player was kicking his heels up and she was laughing too hard to continue.
two weeks ago my friend and i met in the basement of her apartment complex so she could work out a piece of choreography. we have a language barrier - i'm not as good at ASL as i'd like to be (i'm still learning!) so we communicate mostly through the notes app and this strange secret language of dancers - we have the same movement vocabulary. the two of us cracking jokes at each other, giggling. there were kids in the basement too, who had been playing soccer until we took up the far corner of the room. one by one they made their slow way over like feral cats - they laid down, belly-flat against the floor, just watching. my friend and i were not in tutus - we were in slouchy shirts and leggings and socks. nothing fancy. but when i asked the kids would you like to dance too? they were immediately on their feet and spinning. i love when people dance with abandon, the wild and leggy fervor of childhood. i think it is gorgeous.
their adults showed up eventually, and a few of them said hey, let's not bother the nice ladies. but they weren't bothering us, they were just having fun - so. a few of the adults started dancing awkwardly along, and then most of the adults. someone brought down a better sound system. someone opened a watermelon and started handing out slices. it was 8 PM on a tuesday and nothing about that day was particularly special; we might as well party.
one time i hosted a free "paint along party" and about 20 adults worked quietly while i taught them how to paint nessie. one time i taught community dance classes and so many people showed up we had to move the whole thing outside. we used chairs and coatracks to balance. one time i showed up to a random band playing in a random location, and the whole thing got packed so quickly we had to open every door and window in the place.
i don't think i can tell you how much people want to be making art and engaging with art. they want to, desperately. so many people would be stunning artists, but they are lied to and told from a very young age that art only matters if it is planned, purposeful, beautiful. that if you have an idea, you need to be able to express it perfectly. this is not true. you don't get only 1 chance to communicate. you can spend a lifetime trying to display exactly 1 thing you can never quite language. you can just express the "!!??!!!"-ing-ness of being alive; that is something none of us really have a full grasp on creating. and even when we can't make what we want - god, it feels fucking good to try. and even just enjoying other artists - art inherently rewards the act of participating.
i wasn't raised wealthy. whenever i make a post about art, someone inevitably says something along the lines of well some of us aren't that lucky. i am not lucky; i am dedicated. i have a chronic condition, my hands are constantly in pain. i am not neurotypical, nor was i raised safe. i worked 5-7 jobs while some of these memories happened. i chose art because it mattered to me more than anything on this fucking planet - i would work 80 hours a week just so i could afford to write in 3 of them.
and i am still telling you - if you are called to make art, you are called to the part of you that is human. you do not have to be good at it. you do not have to have enormous amounts of privilege. you can just... give yourself permission. you can just say i'm going to make something now and then - go out and make it. raquel it won't be good though that is okay, i don't make good things every time either. besides. who decides what good even is?
you weren't called to make something because you wanted it to be good, you were called to make something because it is a basic instinct. you were taught to judge its worth and over-value perfection. you are doing something impossible. a god's ability: from nothing springs creation.
a few months ago i found a piece of sidewalk chalk and started drawing. within an hour i had somehow collected a small classroom of young children. their adults often brought their own chalk. i looked up and about fifteen families had joined me from around the block. we drew scrangly unicorns and messed up flowers and one girl asked me to draw charizard. i am not good at drawing. i basically drew an orb with wings. you would have thought i drew her the mona lisa. she dragged her mother over and pointed and said look! look what she drew for me and, in the moment, i admit i flinched (sorry, i don't -). but the mother just grinned at me. he's beautiful. and then she sat down and started drawing.
someone took a picture of it. it was in the local newspaper. the summary underneath said joyful and spontaneous artwork from local artists springs up in public gallery. in the picture, a little girl covered in chalk dust has her head thrown back, delighted. laughing.
#writeblr#warm up#this is longer than i wanted i really considered removing that part about myself and what i went thru#but i think it really fucking bothers me that EVERY time i talk about being an artist#ppl assume i just like. had the skill and ability to drop everything and pay for grad school.#like sir i grew up poor. my house wasn't a safe space. i gave up a FREE RIDE TO LAW SCHOOL. for THIS. bc i chose it.#was it fucking hard? was i choosing the hard thing?? yes.#but we need to stop seeing artists as lazy layabouts that can ''afford'' to just ''sit around and create''#when MANY - if not MOST - of us are NOT like that. we have to work our fucking ASSES off. hard work. long and hard work#part of valuing artists is recognizing the amount we sacrifice to make our art. bc it doesn't just#like HAPPEN to us. also btw it rarely has anything to do with true talent.#speaking as someone with a chronic condition i hate when ppl are like u have it easy. like actively as i'm writing this my hands r#ACTIVELY hurting me. i haven't been posting bc my left hand was curled in a claw for the last week#this isn't fucking luck. after a certain point it's not even TALENT. it's dedication & sacrifice.#''u get to flounce around and do nothing with ur life'' is a narrative that is a direct result of capitalism#imagine if we said that about literally any other profession.#''oh so u give up 10 yrs of ur life to be a doctor? u sacrifice having a social life and u get SUPER in debt?#u need to work countless hours and it will often be thankless? well i wish i was that lucky''#we should be applying that logic to landlords ONLY#''oh ur mom and dad gave u the money to buy a house? and all u did was paint it white and rent it? huh.''
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meowmeowmeow9 · 7 months
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what is life if not TORTURE!!!!😂🤣🤣😊😊😊
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insanegirlbloging · 2 months
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i dont know if i should try to be happy or accept my reality
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vent-t0-me · 8 months
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When I was a kid my dad was in a accident the dude that hit him was drunk when I heard the news from my mom I beg my mom if we can see if he was okay my mom said “NO DUMD SHIT YOU ARE THE REASON WHY *Dads name* IS IN A FUCKING ACCIDENT” I cried and when to my room luckily my dad was okay and was in the hospital for 1 day I told my dad what she said that night my parents where fighting I forgot to say but my dad became friends with the drunk guy cause why not and the guy came over and covered my ear meanwhile my parents fight, he sang to me, he sang my favorite song and dance like there was nothing wrong.
May 2006 my parents got a divorce and he babysitting me while they where at court.
April 2023 drunk dude and my dad got married
Now, I’m living with my dads and living a better life, still doing SH but better
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thoradvice · 1 month
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you don't have to be glad that it's not worse. that goes for everything. disability, trauma, mental illness, grades, finances, whatever. you're /allowed/ to be upset that things are the way they are. you don't have to be grateful for your situation - bad is bad. somebody else's suffering doesn't make yours less painful. it's okay to be angry
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thatswhatsushesaid · 6 months
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“um, you are actually supposed to hate this character with your whole chest, the text is EXTREMELY clear that he is terrible and you should not like him”
well i like him anyway. what are you going to do about it, tell my mom?
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carlyraejepsans · 1 year
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i will never forgive popular UT fanon for using chara as a scapegoat in the genocide run and making "sans recognizes them and attacks them on sight regardless of what run they're in" headcanons so pervasive.
mostly because "restless spirit of a long dead child who's obsessed with the concept of cosmic retribution and facing consequences for your actions" + "guy whose job is just that but he treats it on par with his hot dog sidegig" is potentially one of the most hysterical dynamics you could come up with
UPDATE: you should REALLY check out the notes on this one
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