Etched - Tumblr Posts
drew them in the hades style :-]
This one is a little out of my usual style, but yeah. I also hesitated to post it- because yeah.
To you, dear teacher,
As much as I want to look up to you, your mouth drips like vile plauge and you forget to acknowledge you still can be put out of your comfort zone.
This isn't a school built on competition, it's built on expression. I hope on day you can understand that.
For I wish your experiences opened your eyes instead of your mouth. For already you've shut people out.
I see your heart- the good message you want to send, but your like a robot who says what you think you must but not believe. Your words have been cruel.
It isn't very often people make me feel inadequate in my craft. I wonder if you'd be proud of the spite you've filled me and a few others with, or ashamed at the people you've turned away, or would you not care at all?
My dear teacher... when will you teach?
Happy Mother's Day Mom!
how did it all change? how did it become so complicated? we live under the same roof and we fight constantly. we keep going at it, a never ending feud. u know i hated u; i think a part of me still does. it's just that our situations are so complicated now. i feel confused and you sure don't make it any easier for me. you constantly keep undermining me and pinning me onto the wall and blaming me. I've tried. oh how hard I've tried but there is no way to untangle so many year's rift all thrown together into this thing we call a relationship. do i wish that it was non existent? of course i do. i wish it every single day. i wish our relationship wasn't as broken and messy as it is now. i wish i could openly hug u and kiss you and say you how much i love you. but here's the thing. i do not love you. i do not know what i feel towards you. years of conflict and hate muddled my senses. it's like my brain tells me that i am programmed to love you but there's this glitch which makes it hard to feel that certain feeling and since i can't really over ride my biological programming, i can't hate you either. i most surely do not nothing you to be honest on a certain level. we fight and throw tantrums and you accuse me of things i haven't done and at the end of the day we still talk about stuff. i admit that there will never come a day when i will openly admit to you how conflicted i am about how i feel about our relationship but i guess the only thing to do is admit that this dysfunctional thing is what we are. we are not going to get past it. we crossed that threshold a long time ago, some scars don't heal properly. but may be some scars were meant to be etched into my skin, into my heart and into my brain and some scars were meant to be etched into yours. Nonetheless, Happy Mother's Day mom.
messes up your holy cloth (lovingly