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La Nymphée by William-Adolphe Bouguereau (1878)
hi besties!!! this next monday will be my exam in mr.kâs class. that means after monday i wonât be returning to his class again :((((
despite despite despite
we have what was, and today i have more to talk about.
okay so i think i already talked about how he checks in on me when i miss a day of school, which is frequent due to disabilities of mine. but heâs also very, shall i say, forgiving. he has told me, because i only have two classes and wonât be coming on friday for first period exams, that he isnât going to mark an absence for the time post-exam for studying. which sounds dumb but the conversation went something like
me: so i donât have a first period so i just donât come in on friday?
k: mhm, but if you donât come in iâll have to mark you absentâŠ
me: ohâŠso do i have to come in?
k: weâll im telling you iâll just mark you absent
me: âŠokayâŠi donât think iâm picking up the subtext
k: whispering im not marking it as an absence!
then it clicked!
a little while later, i didnât have work to do, (which btw he never stops telling me how remarkable and amazing my grade is :3) i was reading. and with zero shame iâll admit iâm a kindle reader. something about it is so motivating to actually read. iâm currently reading black ties and white lies im nearly 50% in and so far itâs alright. mr.k walks up, literally from no where like a fucking ghoul, and starts asking what iâm reading, boarder-line interrogation. (important to note, i was wearing noise canceling headphones, and actively reading a page with filthy filthy words. ) this man is a science teacher, who has admitted to having dropped out of school in his 9th grade and taking a GED course. he HATES reading. and king wonât stop asking about my damn book.
in hindsight i think he mustâve caught a few words from over my shoulder, it is a jarring catch when you pass by a book full of the most sinful snippets. any how, he inevitably gives up as i avoid questions because, yâknow, im reading p0rn. he just ends up asking if itâs good, and if he should give it a read.
face, completely beet red. god the thought of him sitting down and reading the words my eyes glaze over and get addicted to is mortifying.
i obviously said âmeh, kinda boringâ !!!!!!! i lower my eyes to words like âthrobbingâ, âwhineâ, and much worse. BORING IS THE LAST WORD ID USE!!!!!!
he makes me dizzy.
Ima need a 50s singer jschlatt mafia aesthetic fic with reader idk what it means but I can see it in my head
feeling very happy after this week!!!! so this week on the 2nd my winter break ended and that was my first day back, but i had the flu. so on the 3rd after realizing i wonât be coming in for at least another day or two, i emailed mr.k and told him i was sick.
my email went something like âhi iâm sure youâve noticed my absence im home sick but iâll be back soon! blah blah what did i missâ you know the deal, and after 27 minutes he responded and said
âi did!â cause he noticed i was goneđ âi was going to email you today actually!â and then he assured me not to worry about the weeks work!
on friday i felt better enough to go back, and when i walked in he was all smiles and so happy to see me, and he gave me full credit for the week saying, âyouâre always a great student and get everything done! donât worry about this weekâ
i was sniffling a little in class, and he starting joking about me being sick and when i told him iâll stay as far away as possible he made a sad face!!!! he said i was always a âgood girlâ when i was taking to him about class work and the exams but said âthe only time you disappoint me is when youâre not hereâ and iâm so desperate for him im dying
basically he loves me and weâre going to get married đ«¶
i think about toothless a lot, i think about how cute he is with the lightfury and i think about how much toothless looks like my cat c=
iâm an angel in the body of a teenage girl
I support all girls
theres something so safe about the forest. the soft moss growing everywhere, the sun gently shining through the trees, and the sounds of the birds and the squirrels scampering around. soooo peaceful.
yes, bill, i willâ„ïž
lana rey, will you serve me lemonade?
iâm just a girl \o/
the tc girlies that can see their teachers as solely platonic or friendly crushes are honestly so REAL but i cannot look at that old fucking dude without wanting to suck his dick. iâm just a girl.
happy new year everyone!!!!! i hope this year is better than the last, my birthday is coming up on the 18th so i already have something to celebrate!!
happy new year, be safeđ©·đ©·
blah blah something something, lace, bows, thigh highs, white, pink, bras :3
so true
honestly? that one David Tennant Richard II Kissâą is my favourite acted kiss in history
look how ridiculously tender and how achingly desperate it is. so gentle, so kind, and yet so selfish at the same time. i've never seen anything quite so human
just. just look at these
there's something so genuine and chaste about this kiss, while also being gorgeously passionate and heated and...... it's just perfect
actually yes please
all the tc girlies need a group chat đ
i donât think this reached enough people
lately iâve been seeing lots of posts on here saying things like âhow to be a better personâ, or âhow to be a classy womanâ and while i think they have the right ideas at heart, theyâre just being very obtuse with the words they choose.
to be a better person you donât have to speak 7 languages, or only eat raw vegan, or even let everyone tell you their problems.
to be classy you donât have to have perfectly flat, fly-away-free glossy hair.
the people i see saying these things arenât thinking about actually being better;
to be good isnât to be perfect, to be classy doesnât mean you have to be a white woman with straight blonde hair.
what made me a much better person was realizing i wasnât a good person.
most of the people giving this advice donât realize itâs not going to change your life, it wonât make you smart or kind to wear the colors that match your skin tone best. though you might look great, that doesnât solve the pain.
i think you all deserve some advice from someone with mental illness, who isnât vegan, who isnât perfectly tidy, or even popular.
àŹ(à©*Ëá”Ë)à©*âÌË
i became a softer, kinder, person when i sat down and saw who i really was, a self centered, mean, sad, bully.
i am fortunate enough to has access to therapy, which absolutely helped me but i did a lot more growth on my own. iâm not gonna say journal, or do shadow work because that meant nothing to me at the time, not to say i donât journal but whatever, what actually helped me was spending time outside.
i called it âoutside timeâ, original i know, but genuinely everyday for months straight i would go out on the porch in the mornings (i started in winter and through spring - cooler months are best) and i would sit. alone. with nothing but my mind, a piece of paper and a pencil, and the sound of birds and the breeze. it became integral for my day, i had to do it or i didnât have a good day. these moments were the times i wrote my best poems, or saw myself as who i truly was. i got back into reading and ate through book after book.
spending time outside with nothing but the universe and classical music playing gave me time to ask the universe some questions. i asked her how i got here, what i need to change, why she lead me to this realization, and i got my answer every time.
no, god didnât come down and speak to me, the stars didnât write it out, and no one actually said anything. the universe told me through memories, late night conversations with myself, and daydreams of better lives.
i picked up some things through this healing process that i think had a hand in my softening.
baking, cooking in general. though it started as a new year resolution, i learned itâs my love language. sharing my recipes and taking requests, it makes me feel wanted.
i started sleeping better, which was a breakthrough for me. i was prescribed a sleeping medication for chronic insomnia, and itâs helped a lot.
i started spending more time on self care.
now this is what i saw a lot of in the posts i was talking about. i saw lots of, âstart a keto diet, start doing face masks, shower twice a week, always go on a run or workout!â
but thatâs not what i mean. i started washing my makeup off at night, a revelation for someone with such awful depression at the time. i started brushing my teeth which certainly wasnât a priority when i was rotting in bed everyday. i learned how to properly care for my curls. i even just left dr.pepper for tea. donât get me wrong i have a dr.pepper sat next to me right now. i never cut it out i just laid off it.
one of the far more controversial aspects i changed was, not letting everybody dump their trials and tribulations onto me. i have always been very empathetic and therefore seen as a person to talk to about your troubles. and while i tried my best, i donât have the advice a 50 year old woman in the middle of a divorce is looking for (and i was asked for it). i didnât just let people tell me what they were going through. it seems cruel but it really helped me let go. i always described my mental health as those statues in dispicable me that slowly get crushed. and most of that came from listening to everyoneâs thoughts and also carrying my own.
inevitably i had to stop. i had to let people know i wasnât the person who could help them, and when i would listen my advice was, âi suggest you talk to someone better equipped for these issuesâ. i lead a lot of people to school counseling, or even social services at times. but i never forced them to take the steps to get better, because they were never my responsibility.
of course i wanted to help, sometimes i understood more than you could imagine, i never said it, because when someone reached out for help i chose to grab their hand and lead them to the real recuse team. because you and i are not trained therapists, we arenât cps, we arenât letting ourselves be crushed.
growing for me meant guiding people to the people who helped me. i wasnât mentally prepared for someone to share a trauma or a struggle, i had and still have my own to work through.
.
all this is to say; no one grows the same way. maybe for some, reading classic literature changed their mentality in life, but i find books from the 1800s boring; and maybe some people feel classiest in all gold jewelry, maybe i donât get it.
thatâs just not what i think would save me. so, if youâre trying to carry yourself with more kindness, if you want to be the âit girlâ, if you plan to be your best. before you jump to a new wardrobe or a drastic diet change, try spending time with your head. no stimulation, no music or books or anything. sit and color in a coloring book by an open window. ask the universe how you got here, and wait.
frighting with your head wonât get you where you dream to be, sometimes work has to stop for you to start again.
i really hope that the people who truly do want to change, find the right ways to.
with all my love, i am rooting for you.
love, K
hi itâs been a while! my tc mr.k allowed me to make up some of my absences recently, which it was quite fun. there actually wasnât class that day but my friend and i came to clear absences and we were there for almost 4 hours. the entire time we were talking to him and somehow we talked about religion and our skepticism. we talked about california, because we all happened to have moved from there to where we live now.
the day after that we had a test and i scored my highest grade on a test ever and i showed him and he said he âwas so proudâ and high fives me and said âgood girl!â which was so :3
anyway he shaved his beard over the weekend and i kinda hate it, but heâs cute nonetheless. he has been arguably more cruel, which is unlike him, to students who arenât paying attention, but never to me which makes me feel better.
basically i am in love with him, but heâs changing recently and i hate change.
okay love you bye bye đ«°đȘż
i spent another homecoming in the corner, youâd think iâd know after all the other dances - itâs never fun, im never asked to dance and i end up following someone i barely know like a lost puppy all night.
as i walked the ghost town of hallways listening to the clacking of my heels, i twirled my long skirt and i danced with the moon because even if it was alone, someone asked me to dance.
i remember at 10 iâd thought iâd have it all in high school, but i donât have a license, or friends, or anything. as i still hold out for a first kiss and a first date, iâll remind my younger self that if even for a moment, the moon wanted to know me. i danced to the quiet and my shoes sound, and the night loved me.
what they dont tell you about growing up as a very lonely little girl is that you grow up and still a part of you remains that very lonely little girl
Brushie Brushie My Piece From @wiggleonzine vol 2!
i hold hope like the women before me, i hope for my sisters to come have more than i.
my hope born my fear that my daughters will know manâs hate before love, that they will be born knowing their body is owned my man before itâs in their hands.
iâm afraid to teach my sisters and friends how to fight with long nails, or to yell fire not rape.
i donât want to bring a girl into this world if she is not promised the right to her blood and her bones. i do not plan to comfort my young when a man is not born to love, that the hands that burnt their skin only know how to scar. i will never forgive myself for giving girls the life they do not deserve.
like my mothers and sisters before me, i have hope for the girls after me - i hope they have the chance to own land or the right to the education they deserve. i hope my daughter will be born in a world where she owns her body, and can fight for herself. i hope for the girls born after me will never fear the consequences of being a woman at night, or walking alone.
i hope for my future girls, i hope they will have what i have not. i hope they will know who they are before knowing who a man wants them to be.
lately iâve been seeing lots of posts on here saying things like âhow to be a better personâ, or âhow to be a classy womanâ and while i think they have the right ideas at heart, theyâre just being very obtuse with the words they choose.
to be a better person you donât have to speak 7 languages, or only eat raw vegan, or even let everyone tell you their problems.
to be classy you donât have to have perfectly flat, fly-away-free glossy hair.
the people i see saying these things arenât thinking about actually being better;
to be good isnât to be perfect, to be classy doesnât mean you have to be a white woman with straight blonde hair.
what made me a much better person was realizing i wasnât a good person.
most of the people giving this advice donât realize itâs not going to change your life, it wonât make you smart or kind to wear the colors that match your skin tone best. though you might look great, that doesnât solve the pain.
i think you all deserve some advice from someone with mental illness, who isnât vegan, who isnât perfectly tidy, or even popular.
àŹ(à©*Ëá”Ë)à©*âÌË
i became a softer, kinder, person when i sat down and saw who i really was, a self centered, mean, sad, bully.
i am fortunate enough to has access to therapy, which absolutely helped me but i did a lot more growth on my own. iâm not gonna say journal, or do shadow work because that meant nothing to me at the time, not to say i donât journal but whatever, what actually helped me was spending time outside.
i called it âoutside timeâ, original i know, but genuinely everyday for months straight i would go out on the porch in the mornings (i started in winter and through spring - cooler months are best) and i would sit. alone. with nothing but my mind, a piece of paper and a pencil, and the sound of birds and the breeze. it became integral for my day, i had to do it or i didnât have a good day. these moments were the times i wrote my best poems, or saw myself as who i truly was. i got back into reading and ate through book after book.
spending time outside with nothing but the universe and classical music playing gave me time to ask the universe some questions. i asked her how i got here, what i need to change, why she lead me to this realization, and i got my answer every time.
no, god didnât come down and speak to me, the stars didnât write it out, and no one actually said anything. the universe told me through memories, late night conversations with myself, and daydreams of better lives.
i picked up some things through this healing process that i think had a hand in my softening.
baking, cooking in general. though it started as a new year resolution, i learned itâs my love language. sharing my recipes and taking requests, it makes me feel wanted.
i started sleeping better, which was a breakthrough for me. i was prescribed a sleeping medication for chronic insomnia, and itâs helped a lot.
i started spending more time on self care.
now this is what i saw a lot of in the posts i was talking about. i saw lots of, âstart a keto diet, start doing face masks, shower twice a week, always go on a run or workout!â
but thatâs not what i mean. i started washing my makeup off at night, a revelation for someone with such awful depression at the time. i started brushing my teeth which certainly wasnât a priority when i was rotting in bed everyday. i learned how to properly care for my curls. i even just left dr.pepper for tea. donât get me wrong i have a dr.pepper sat next to me right now. i never cut it out i just laid off it.
one of the far more controversial aspects i changed was, not letting everybody dump their trials and tribulations onto me. i have always been very empathetic and therefore seen as a person to talk to about your troubles. and while i tried my best, i donât have the advice a 50 year old woman in the middle of a divorce is looking for (and i was asked for it). i didnât just let people tell me what they were going through. it seems cruel but it really helped me let go. i always described my mental health as those statues in dispicable me that slowly get crushed. and most of that came from listening to everyoneâs thoughts and also carrying my own.
inevitably i had to stop. i had to let people know i wasnât the person who could help them, and when i would listen my advice was, âi suggest you talk to someone better equipped for these issuesâ. i lead a lot of people to school counseling, or even social services at times. but i never forced them to take the steps to get better, because they were never my responsibility.
of course i wanted to help, sometimes i understood more than you could imagine, i never said it, because when someone reached out for help i chose to grab their hand and lead them to the real recuse team. because you and i are not trained therapists, we arenât cps, we arenât letting ourselves be crushed.
growing for me meant guiding people to the people who helped me. i wasnât mentally prepared for someone to share a trauma or a struggle, i had and still have my own to work through.
.
all this is to say; no one grows the same way. maybe for some, reading classic literature changed their mentality in life, but i find books from the 1800s boring; and maybe some people feel classiest in all gold jewelry, maybe i donât get it.
thatâs just not what i think would save me. so, if youâre trying to carry yourself with more kindness, if you want to be the âit girlâ, if you plan to be your best. before you jump to a new wardrobe or a drastic diet change, try spending time with your head. no stimulation, no music or books or anything. sit and color in a coloring book by an open window. ask the universe how you got here, and wait.
frighting with your head wonât get you where you dream to be, sometimes work has to stop for you to start again.
i really hope that the people who truly do want to change, find the right ways to.
with all my love, i am rooting for you.
love, K
studying is just another pipeline to him :>
i should be studying not thinking about him help
babygirl i will invent stages of grief you have never seen before
men 40+ years slider than me grab my attention too well.