#mommy issues

[franksthoughtdaughter]

Is it female rage or am I just my mothers daughter

[dc-and-damirae]

steph: My Mom is the worst! Ugh! jason: She sold you out to the joker? I feel that. steph: … steph: Hold on, I gotta go call my mom and apologize.

[ikarust]

i talk about tearing flesh from an arm with my teeth and you stare at me in horror like you haven't tasted blood before. i talk about being crushed like a small animal on a fast lane and you ask me how it's humanly possible of me to cling to the stone of the sidewalk the way i do. my mother could skin her hands at the sink and it would still not rid her from the truth that is that she has fed me her body and that she is convict to the manslaughter of her child.

quick question: how does one write about their mother without mentioning their mother? mine is a fortune teller. she tells me in the dead of the night while i am on the kitchen floor with the boning knife in one hand and and a towel in the other that i will never be loved right. that i will never find real love. that i will always suffer if i look for it.

mother knows best.

she tells me she destroyed herself for me and that i am selfish and cruel for not destroying myself for her. she begs me to be beautiful. she begs me to be the daughter she wanted to have. my friend tells me on the swing on a beautiful springtime evening that i am selfish and cruel for devouring every little piece of every damn thing that has ever tasted like love to me. and when i go home in the evening, my mother looks at me like she did the night she told me she wishes she'd killed me when i was a child. i tell everyone i am starving. my mother tells me she told me so.

i stare at the red in the ball of spit i hawked onto the bathroom floor. i retouch the scars on my thighs. i hack away at my hair with the big crafting scissors. i pray to god that i will wake up tomorrow beautiful and loveable. i wake up the same way. my mother tells me to never come back when i step out to leave for work. i tell her i am trying my best but nothing is working. she tells me she told me so. she tells me she's glad to see me in pain because i deserve it.

maybe i do deserve it.

i visit a clothing store and step into the fitting room just to see the way i am reflected back and forth in the front-and-back mirrors. i look and i see a morbid, mangled ruin the greatest what-could-have-been of all time. and by that i mean, i see a million possibilities in one. all the girls i could have been. and at the very center, where the image gets so small it's blurry and barely visible maybe i am beautiful. maybe i am loveable. maybe i find real love and maybe i don't suffer for it.

maybe i am the daughter my mother wanted.

[bluegirldreams]

[moonqueenbbw]

Just having a picnic

[elainiisms]

[antishoegaze]

[mommyownsmee]

I want you to ride my thigh. Not delusional like others would want it from you. No, I want to kiss you deeply while you do it, our tongues exploring each others mouth. I’ll have one hand in your hair, grabbing it and swirling it around my fingers. I want you to lay your head on my shoulder, sloppily kissing my neck while you‘re moaning into my soft skin. Your mouth slightly open, your eyes squeezed shut. I‘ll put my other hand on your back, pulling you a bit closer with every single time you chase your high. Little whimpers escaping between your beautiful lips, while I whisper into your ear how good you‘re doing. How breathtaking you look like, how sexy your noises are. How much you turn me on. How much I want you. How much I want you to cum all over me without having to waste a single thought about what is happening. I‘d whisper your name and feel your heart beat hard against my chest. Little drops of sweat trailing down your back, meeting my hand that‘s grabbing you even harder. I want you to thoughtlessly let your legs shake as you feel your high coming closer and your moans getting louder. Shamelessly clawing your nails into my skin, leaving marks on me which you know I will return after. I want you to ride my thigh knowing once you came, I‘ll flip you over and slip my tongue into your beautiful pussy. I‘ll taste your sweet cum, not even letting you completely come down from your high. Keeping your legs shaking, as I’ll let my fingertips caress your collarbone, down your breasts. You still moaning, while your brain slowly turns to mush, trying to find hold on the bedsheets. I want you to feel so much how much I want you to be completely mine. Making your back arch as my hands trail over your stomach down to your inner thighs and my fingers slip into you. You’ll be under me, crying out in pleasure, not being able to process the feeling my upwards curled fingers will rise in you. My moans against your overstimulated bud will find it‘s way in electric shocks upwards your spine and explode in your head. You‘ll return them with crying out my name in every thrust I do, while your pussy will tighten around my fingers. Your brain won’t be able to understand why you’ll be moaning my name over and over, falling off your lips like a prayer. Until you forget what is really happening here. And still my fingers be mercilessly fucking into you, I’ll be flicking my tongue all over your clit, until you release all over my mouth, your lungs not even able anymore to find the air they need to keep your body function. Making your body a complete mess under me. I want you to ride my thigh so bad.

[tumbler-polls]

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[borderlineangel222]

it’s unfair how i have the responsibility to heal myself when i didn’t cause my wound in the first place

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[siren-444]

[x3nshit]

“you have to work hard!” why? “so you can get good grades!” why do i need good grades? “so you can get into a good college!” why? “so you can get a good paying job!” so then i can use that money to do fun stuff? “no you have to save it for later!” why? “so you can survive and retire comfortably!” then i can do the fun stuff? “no, you’ll be too old so you have to take care of your health!” then when can i do the fun stuff? “in your youth, enjoy it while you still can!” but i thought-

[bambibells]

[fearbehere]

learning to be my mother

What We Become, Hailey Noecker / Mirror Traps, Hera Lindsey Bird / unknown / On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous, Ocean Vuong / legitimately fucking dean winchester from supernatural / Elektra, Sophokles / When I Grow Up I Want to Be a List of Further Possibilities, Chen Chen / The White Dress, Nathalie Leger / Sharp Objects, Gillian Flynn