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this middle aged man has no idea his student is hopelessly in love with him

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this man holds so much eye contact like i literally have to break it so i dont act up, hes so intimidating

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he's such a great and kind person, he would never indulge in something non professional with me.

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yep 😭 they’ll talk so softly and sweetly to me one day, then I cannot get it off my mind for the next month ~ 🪶

an older authority figure talks to me like a kind parent once and I'm already kicking my feet, crying myself to sleep and spending days and nights trying to figure out how to make them proud

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it kills me how much i want you

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There is something special between us. I can feel it.

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if you played them in rock paper scissors which one would each of them use?

-Winnie 🎀

Aww!! This is so cute, haha!

I feel like M would be more of a “paper” guy, while U would have “scissors” as his go-to. Just imagining playing rock paper scissors with them is so cute 😭❤️

Thank you so much for your ask, Winnie! ~ 🪶

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Disclaimer

i don't condone older men - younger girl relationships where the girl is not an adult. this blog is my fantasy, my way of dealing with my feelings and desires. No girl should ever be taken advantage of, groomed, coerced, or used by any man.

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Feel free to send in asks about M and U!!!

I’ve been inactive for some time so this may influence me to post more ❤️ I’m happy to answer whatever!!

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Once I graduate, I am so terrified that he’s going to forget about me over time. It’s inevitable… but I’m so scared that all the moments we shared, all the memories, will just be left in the past as they stop seeing me every day. I just want to be important to them… if that makes sense. ~ 🪶

Depressed as fuck realizing that I have one of him but he has hundreds of students. Once the year ends, I'll be just another face with a name he can't remember. I wish I was special to him.

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Seriously, y’all are the sweetest, most genuine, and imaginative people ever ❤️ I love talking to y’all and reading your experiences!!! ~ 🪶

I love the teacher crush community so much, I feel like I can talk to you like we've known each other for a long time. One second we're strangers, the next second we share our thoughts and little adventures with each other, gossip to each other like we're still teenies. Everyone here is super interested and invested in other people's stories because we all have similar problems and dreams. We support each other, are so happy for each other when something nice happens, cheer each other up when someone's feeling down. We can act super childish or annoying, write absolute nonsense and be so delusional or whatever and everyone can relate. Thanks to all of you for being such a nice community <3

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how the fuck did i ever developed a crush for this man in the first place?...

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I showed my grandma a picture of U yesterday! Upon seeing him, she stated, “Oh! How cute.”

BGSHDGS like yes! yes he is!! He’s adorable ❤️

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how it feels to approach him to talk to him:

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I imagine my tc finding this blog and reading through my posts before realizing their about him 💀

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I put my time into having another honest, personal heart-to-heart with you, and letting you take a peek into my mind’s free-fall. You seemed apprehensive, scared to offend me… you chose your words carefully, relieved when I would display acceptance and understanding at your reasoning for your choices for drum majors, even though I wasn’t one of them.

Then, a week or two later, I had worked to prepare a musical performance as my audition for you. Now, again, you’ve come to realize just how much I care for you… and stopped taking me for granted. ❤️

Maybe, by taking the spotlight off of me for a while, you wanted to motivate me to work harder. Show me that you didn’t *have* to always choose me first.

And seeing that you’ve been kind enough to grace me with recognition— prestigious words and awards for my hard work— and endless, endless praise for my playing: my, in your words, “sound from the tuba heavens”… maybe you missed the love I gave you; the way I would smile bashfully after every kind word you said, and you’d quickly assure me that you were being sincere, made it seem so, anyway.

I missed you, M ♡ and I’m glad you’re coming around. We almost have one year left, just as you said.

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Be shameless with me sir and let's make a "we can't do it, but we did it" story.