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#a mothers love
000100010001000 · 7 days
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‘Katatsumori’ (1994) dir. Naomi Kawase
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I adore them so much
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harmonydiaries · 3 months
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So nice of Ceroba to shout out her friends in her song after beating their asses and folding them like a pancake
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mrsoulstice · 3 months
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Also a mothers love😆
Hi Baby!
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fianna-banana · 2 days
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A few days ago, I beat Undertale Yellow pacifist route. It was honestly way more emotional than the original game but I had a bit of trouble with the battle system. It almost gets Undertale in its essence. Go play it if you haven’t already!
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I am dressed, in imperfections and flaws. Naked, I am in love with every scar, that represents my strength.
Bathed in vulnerability, I sensed a gentle shift, inviting me in from the rain. A familiar presence, lays beside me as I sleep.
I let go of the touch, that stained my skin, and tore apart my mind. Rising from, the depths of, her impure attachment.
He wears the chains, that shackle him to her. It’s an exhausting tug of war, so violating and sacrilegious, he is her own mirror image.
In my journey to self-love, I let go of him and, the woman I never was. Dressed in my insecurities, she tried desperately, to attach herself to me.
Through the prodigal son, she praises in public spaces, while privately scolding, all who refuse to submit, to her transactional love of, vitriol and self-hatred.
Feverishly, they work, to align an image, that neither glistens, nor shines.
I stood there all alone, as they took turns, shaming me into silence. Ours was a marriage, of two souls intertwined.
With all that I had left, a few boxes of personal belongings, and the clothes on my back. I stepped aside, and left him, with the woman he craved, who wasn’t his wife.
Mother Knows Best
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depressedwordvomit · 8 months
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A mother's love
My mother's love is stuck in my chest like a knife, a gift from her mother before her. Bloodstained affection, heavy as a pillow over a sleeping face- smothering.
I struggle to write about love. No gentle metaphors, I see the women in my family as shrikes- small, unassuming, deadly. Pretty songs to distract from sharp talons. Butchers, all of them, lethal.
Every family has a dark past, but ours rips the flesh from your bones, boils them down, feeds them back to you bloody and raw. They call that love. They've never known any different.
I reject a love that leaves me for dead. No more knives, no more birds of prey. I'm sick of turning trauma into metaphors. May we heal, may this poem be an exorcism for all the ghosts of my past. My mother's love will not be the death of me.
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pocketninja-ffxiv · 5 months
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"You're not going anywhere."
Oh, how G'lewra wished she could promise Aislinn that, this unknown situation scared the Seeker but she refused to let any of her children know how afraid she was about all this.
"We'll figure it out." Was the only response she could think of, it wasn't a promise but words of comfort that they'd figure it out one way or another. Even if the Scholar didn't make it through this at least Heartwood would have a plan if this were to happen to someone else.
G'lewra would keep fighting, keep digging through all her books so that she could stay with her family and not leave them behind.
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…🤍 ‿Life granted me with, the most precious gift. To have known a woman that was full of life, of compassion, with understanding & the out most love in her soul. She was my beloved mother, whom I had the opportunity of knowing her. She was my beacon, my world, my everlasting breaths. She taught me to see people for whom they are. To love a person for who they are and for how they treat you. She taught me to never see color. She taught me to honor & respect others. And that mannerisms demonstrate who you truly are. Sje taught me to always give compassion, honesty, love & understanding. She was an honorable woman. A lover of animals. A gentle soul indeed. My best friend. I'm her mold in all aspects of life. Im blessed to have kmown her. And blessed she was chosen to be my mother of my soul. You may be gone & not a day goes by that I don't miss you. I carry you with me wherever I go. You live within me. I love you, my Angelic Wings. I know that I'll see you again one day. Thank you for giving me life. And for being a part of my life. Gone but not forgotten. March 15, 1940, to May 1st, 2021. Forever in my soul, my beloved Queen⁀🤍
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xxgreecexx · 23 days
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"Where are my favorite three boys?" - Momma Persephone
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“We’re here mama.” Calix spoke, flashing her a bright smile. He was the first to give the goddess a hug, having known her as a mother figure to he and his brother’s their whole lives as their mortal one passed giving birth to Stavros. “We’ve missed you.”
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Adonis scoffed some as she addressed them, although he was unable to hide the smile that spread across his features. “Thanks for bringing us home ma. Really. The mortal world hasn’t been kind to us demigods as of late. It was a miracle we managed to get Stavros into a spot where he could properly pray to you for our freedom.”
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Stavros was much quieter compared to his brothers, a thousand thousands swimming around in his head. It wasn’t until Adonis had finished speaking that he finally looked up at her. The demigod drew in a shaky breath. “They’ve made a coward of me mom.” His voice was quiet. It was the only way he could keep it steady. “I’m the son of Hades and the mortals have turned me into a coward. I feel like a disgrace…”
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the-white-soul · 2 months
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*Flowey smiles cutely at the child, then looks to the mother.* Little people are the most nonjudging of humans and monsters alike. Let's take their example and start on a clean plate. Then you can judge us from there.
I'm Buttercup! And this is Papyrus, Toriel, and... *Saying Clover's name is Clover while also having the overall same look at the evil one would look suspicious and open up a whole different rabbit hole about alternat universes. We need a new name.* Uhmmm..... Clove! *Flowey snatches off Clover's hat so now he looks completely different- at least according to Flowey logic.*
Clove is a human who has traversed the underground before and faced many difficulties as well as fun experiences and friends. After being isolated for who knows how long, monsters forgot what humans were like and blindly attacked them. Clove didn't fight back. Instead, he rationalized what was really justful and decided to befriend them first. Every time, the monsters that attacked him grew soft to his kindness and came to their senses, showing monsters aren't creatures of bloodlust, but we're mislead into thinking humans were bad until proven wrong.
I think most humans suffer the same way. Since monsters and humans were separated for so long, I can only imagine there must be some misconceptions. The only way to fix that is to do what Clove did, so both races have to open their hearts. And that's why we're here today! To plead our case, make friends with you, and apologize. You don't have to forgive us for hurting anybody. To be fair, plenty more monster lives were lost in the past war, and that doesn't make the taking of human lives any better, but I'm trying to say we both wronged each other and we should take responsibility for that.
And even if that happened, that doesn't mean we can't be friends again! Doesn't being angry and going on a neverending cycle of revenge sound exhausting?
*Flowey let's go of a big breath.* (I really hope I did good with that. It's a lot more nervewracking when whatever I say isn't reversible.)
(Mom) "You don't know who I've lost. You know my child. They came years ago because they escaped, and then I saw two things. A goat and my dead child. My dear Chara. You must know what I've done to that goat. I burned the crap out of them, stabbed them, and watched them scream. They refused to fight back. I kept asking if that was what you made them feel, and he kept saying, 'I didn't do that to them.' The stubborn goat didn't want me to get the satisfaction of the reason. Now, I see him in every single one of you. One to be burned as that goat did. How do you know what it feels like?"
(Toriel) "My son died one day. Anger rose in her eyes. I believe it was on the same day as the other one."
(Kara) "CUT TO CLOVE!!!"
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(Kara) "Slaps their own face Did you just insult Clover? I know they are evil, but that's the last thing we want to do now."
Tension was building faster than anyone would've ever thought
(Mom) "Clove, listen here, little buddy. I knew nothing about that child. They could've been an absolute psychopathic megalomaniac. That said, even if they were, I'd rather have them in charge than any monster. Clove, from this day forth, you are a monster. Also, you look similar to that goat that killed my oldest child. I'll say, he screamed so loud my ears bled."
Toriel started to run to the Mom, and the police gathered her up
(Toriel) "I will never forget what you did to my child."
(Mom) "Same, goat lady. See you in hell."
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theinvitedrider · 3 months
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JUST LEARNED THE ENTIRETY OF A MOTHER'S LOVE ON PIANO MY LEFT HAND HURTS SO BAD BUT IT SOUNDS GREATISH
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444jiya · 3 months
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mommy will you promise to be there for me when the world is ending
when the world is over and there is no longer any more room for myself to live, will there forever be space in your heart for me?
when it is cold out and i have no jacket to shield me from the winds, will there be warmth within you to keep me safe?
mommy will you promise to be there for me when nobody else will
mommy will you promise to love me when nobody else will
will your heart always have room for me?
mommy i promise i’m small i don’t take up much room inside your heart
please save some room for me in your heart where it is warm and safe for me
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futurecorps3 · 5 months
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my mom sent me a blog spot she wrote close to when I was born and oh my fucking god.
she describes how the months of being uncomfortable were nothing compared to when she held me in her arms
how they called me ‘little dough’ before they knew my sex, and when they did, my dad called my mom’s baby bump ‘planet Lolita’ and made a whole show of communicating with me
“Planet Earth to Planet Lolita, do you copy?”
how she received love she didn’t think she deserved but knew that bringing life to this planet made her deserving of everything
she then finishes saying “Lola is light, incandescent, eternal, mind blowing, flaring… I only exist because she does”.
whooooo it’s gonna take a while to recover from that. i love her endlessly. ❤️‍🩹
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smokesandcoffees · 5 months
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There’s something so delicate about the thought of my mother being a young 27 year old woman and picking out baby items for her daughter.
How was she to know the teddy bear will be loved as long as I am alive? She couldn’t. But she knew I’d love it for as long as I need to.
The conscious choice she made to walk past that same shop for over a year after my birth, ensuring they still had that teddy for fear of me ever losing it.
I wonder what she was thinking about when she found this teddy. I wonder what she felt.
A mothers love is so delicate and so fierce it truly is beautiful.
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