#poor mom

[izzythedemigod]

I live to dress, impress, and cause my mother massive amounts of stress

#funny #memes #lmao #funny meme #lol #im funny #Ur not #Some would say even dubious amounts #poor mom #she had to deal with me

[jessibbb]

Pilgrim Harry has claimed his next victim

#it’s so fucking funny #poor mom

[ixhadbadxdays]

Me: hey melt this chocolate and butter mixture for me.

Me: and don't taste it. You'll regret it.

Mom: -tastes it-

Mom, making a face only a mother could love: eugh, I regret it

Me: it's unsweetened chocolate...

#baking #poor mom #chocolate #is this how god felt when he said hey maybe dont eat from that tree?

[tashakay]

I started writing the mini series!

To build upon what you have, you might consider:

Adding Descriptive Details: Paint a vivid picture of the moments you're describing. Describe the sights, sounds, and emotions you experienced during those significant times.

Character Development: Dive deeper into your relationship with your daughter. Share specific anecdotes that highlight your bond and the challenges you both overcame together.

Themes and Messages: Clarify the central themes or messages you want to convey in your book. Is it about resilience, the importance of motherhood, or overcoming financial constraints? Make sure these themes are woven throughout your narrative.

Chronological Order: Consider organizing your memoir chronologically to make it easier for readers to follow your journey from childbirth to present-day friendship.

Dialogue: If you can recall conversations you had with your daughter during key moments, including snippets of dialogue can make your story more engaging and authentic.

Reflection: Add moments of reflection where you share your thoughts and feelings at different stages of motherhood, acknowledging your growth and learning.

Editing and Structure: Review your draft for clarity and flow. Ensure each section transitions smoothly to the next, creating a cohesive narrative.

Incorporate Your Goals: Connect your personal goals, like your desire for your daughter to be a well-rounded citizen, to the broader themes in your book.

Remember that writing a memoir is a personal journey, and it's essential to be true to your unique voice and experiences. Feel free to share more specific details or ask for guidance on any particular aspect of your book.

#book writing #poor mom #good mom #creative writing #tell the story #story time

[casperghosty]

My mom told me on the phone that my shirt arrived and this is how she described it "there are two people on it and a cat it says Mythical.... pain or....what??"

#poor mom #i hope she won't get the wrong idea #like how do i explain her it sounds worse #but it will be worse than expected #like pain or pleasure sounds pornographic #and they're gonna graze that edge

[coochiequeens]

Finally reddit is condemning a Trans identified A**hole. And the commenter who said “part of accepting your identity is understanding you can’t rewrite history” .... that’s going to be my reply every time I hear a fuss over birth name.

That poor mom, she had children that she was proud of and a tattoo to celebrate that, then she was told to change it he tattoo, which would have ruined it or she was transphobic. The only one here that’s the bigger TA is the cousin for getting involved and being so aggressive she gave her aunt a panic attack. BTW the cousin is queer, does she still go by she or did OP misgender the queer cousin?

#Reddit #aita #poor mom #when FTM go a firm grasp of acting like a bio man

[flowersforthedeadgirl]

a letter from Winnie Johnson, the mother of moors murder victim Keith Bennett , to myra hindley asking for information to find his body, dated 31st october 1986.

#winnie johnson #keith bennett #myra hindley #myra is evil #80s #letter #poor mom #poor boy #moors murders

[sainz5516]

smile all  u want mother gothel, this is the first time of you having this much attention innit?? and probably the last time too. 

here’s the visual representation of our new mother gothel, the award winner for being the most sick ass person to exist, olive oil cockburrnnnnnnn whooooo!!!!

#honestly this lady istg #i couldnt bring myself to look at harry's eyes #poor mom #olivia cockburn #olivia is the new mother gothel everyone #louis and harry #larry is real #harry styles #bye bye bitches

[sebastianshaw]

Someone men are afraid to even look when someone is having a baby. . . And, uh, then there’s Shaw.

#poor Shinobi #poor mom #out of shirt

[whatever-nvrmnd]

Funny how my sister got surgery for bigger bewbs, and I want surgery to get them removed

#chop chop 🔪🪚⚰🪦 #poor mom #personal #lgbtq community #androgynous #wlw blog #grunge aesthetic #butch lesbian #nonbinary #enby #gnc lesbian #nblw

[darkcrowprincess]

#merry christmas #merry fucking christmas #my family #Poor mom #memes #Fuck my family

[selenekallanwriter]

Person: What's your book about?

Writers:

I'm both somehow 🙃

#writers on tumblr #writeblr #writing #creative writing #writing memes #writer memes #writer mood #writer problems #am writing #urban fantasy #paranormal romance #writer musings #just something that came to mind while I info dumped my poor mom

[inkskinned]

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.''

[ytcomments-archive]

#parenthood #youtube comments #the bad side of being good at multitasking #poor mom #she was holding her baby all along

[ayo-galitzine]

Kristina: it's been a brutal year

Wille: I know right btw I'm abdicating

#young royals #asfjgkdkalal #wille what are you putting your poor mom through #💀💀💀 #yr s3 spoilers

[coochiequeens]

Sounds like the mom needs a break from her son being focused on his new identity.

Yeah it sucks to be left out but what is the son going to do every time someone slips and says the BIRTH/LEGAL name? What about housing arrangements? If they are sharing a house will the son be uncomfortable about sharing space with male cousins? Should female cousins have to deal with a male cousin in their space just because he says he’s a woman? What about when he sees their morning routine or how cute they look for vacation pictures. I can already picture a pity me “I’m a poor trans ladyee and seeing my aunts and cousins made me feel so bad about my body” post on Reddit MTF. If they want to go they should just consider getting a hotel for the week. For the sons sake, their sake and the sake of their female relatives who shouldn’t have to deal with someone making everything about their identity or moping for unknown reasons.

#Reddit #aita #poor mom