Mommy Issues - Tumblr Posts
Girls when they think about how Kubo's mother couldn't walk so she dragged herself to him and how Camila Noceda gave Vee all the love she had even after she lied to her pretending to be Luz and how Moro knew she was dying and planned to use the last of her strength to kill Lady Eboshi but threw all that away when she saw her daughter in danger and how Ursa protected Zuko believing she would never see him again and when Sally stayed with an abusive man to protect Percy and then they remember their own mother saying "I am trying to love you!"
i wandered into the abyss before she could bring herself to care
and now nobody can pull me out because their hooks and anchors sicken me
the light i once craved feels blinding
God, I wish I can be your mother who takes care about you and won't abandon you, dear friend.
But I'm traumatized too... And still, I want to care about you the way our mothers didn't take care about us.
why is it always either 'daddy issues' or 'mommy issues'. why can't it be both. like... lots of issues
Me when my mom and dad:
If the sky wasn't blue...
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If the sky wasn't blue and the sea wasn't too...
would I have dared to run?
Just pack my things
and spread my wings
far away from everyone.
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If the fire wasn't red and my friend wasn't dead...
would I have told my mum?
That I'm moving away
and why I can't stay
That she is the reason I'm numb.
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If the kid wasn't afraid that the man bared the blade...
would I have punched his face?
The stranger who screamed at me
full of conspiracy
while my heart broke like a vase.
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If she wasn't annoyed while she created the void...
would my heart still be okay?
Would it still be whole
without the pieces she stole
I think I'll replace them with clay
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If my thoughts weren't hazy and my teacher not crazy...
would I have stopped with the knife?
I know life is rough
But would I be enough,
Would I be worth this life?
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If my head was alright and the darkness brought light...
I think I might make it.
I got this chance
So I'll try a dance
Hoping that I will make it.
Or older women :)
literallyyyy || ♡🎀
i think based off the things i say, the way i dress, and how i act people often assume i have daddy issues but i dont! i actually have a great relationship with my dad!! my moms the problem.
Mommy issues and daddy issues aren’t something that should be sexualized. That’s all.
every woman is a little girl. but then it becomes misunderstood when the woman enters motherhood.
the stripping of identity a woman faces when she becomes a mother is rife. understand that mama, mom, mummy, mommy, ma distracts from the fact that she is her own person. she’s still a little girl but the difference is that she’s big enough to be the mother not the mothered.
so when you find yourself disagreeing with your mother or feeling that she misunderstands you, know that she is still that little girl on the inside its just been years since someone has acknowledged it.
They found your heart too big for the parcel’s size and sent it back.
The sun still sets for both of us on different ends. I would peak through from under my covers and wonder why the light was on so late when we’re supposed to be asleep. I bite my tongue as I see you vacuum seal your heart to give.
Like an angel and devil perched on my shoulders. I hold back my words, the silence mumbles like an angel, while the unsettling calm whispers like a devil, both urging me to tread cautiously, it feels a bit sacrilegious to ruin this moment for you.
I inhale deeply, though peace eludes me. Accepting the hate you think you deserve, swallowing it like a bitter pill they said would help, but it only hurts your stomach. They don’t know they caused the marbles in your brain, circling endlessly. You’ll find peace when you leave this past behind but I also know your brain would short circuit if it wasn’t thinking about something to keep you busy.
But as you get up to leave without looking back at the mess, I gather the anger you’ve left behind on the table, cradling it in my hands just as I do with the love you hold me to. Those feelings you have, seeming less weighty to you than to others. Not through the same eyes but with unseen hands, they reach down to pull the shadows beneath your eyes, harshly tearing with all the efforts you make.
But I see it all, just as I see you. Every morning, as the setting sun pours through the windows, bathing it’s forgiving light upon you when you finally gather the courage to crawl back into bed.
Im worried my little sister is turning into me
Elizabeth Olsen, Aubrey Plaza and Jenna Coleman. They’re more daddiest than the daddy themselves, in costume they literally take my breath away and they have literally the attitude like you know, when they are acting the manners are here.
Truthly when i saw them i lost my mind. ( when they wear suit i die my soul left my body)
Who doesn’t want Gwendoline Christie walking on them with high heels and say, “so good” (she can run me over with a car, i would be thankful) like i would thank her if she does that, and who is normal when they saw her on screen ?
Actually, I think I have a problem, since when I think I’m normal when i want someone to step on me, someone can explain me what my problem is.
Who doesn’t panic when they saw her arghhhhhhh.
Thanks to the person who post that, thanks to you I can do online therapy, i understand my problems what my parent failed in my education, I’m pretty sure that seeing the movie carol too early is the cause of that mess i am now.
Thankfully we are on Tumblr (not Twitter) and no one like her gonna see that like Aubrey Plaza say we are all sick little babies.
Did you watch Wednesday consumed with the desire for Gwendoline Christie to step on you or are you normal?
Mommy
The first person to love me The first person to know The first person to see me smile The first person to hold me The first person to cherish me The first person to make me seen
The first person to hurt me The second person to undermine me The third person to gaslight me The fourth person to make things worse The sixth person I stopped trusting The first person I loved
I claim this as the song that describes me and my mother's relationship. Cause I just want her to love and to care for me.
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