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#mommy i am sad
4ngel-inc · 1 month
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should i write dazai with a mommy kink hehehe ᰔ
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dragqueenpentheus · 2 years
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today i simply wish to be HELD and COOKED FOR
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lostmf · 9 months
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I don’t want to just survive anymore , mom .
It hurts it hurts it hurts , mom .
Fariha Roisin, how to cure a ghost
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cannibalsurprise · 9 months
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why does the fandom progression look something like this
house md -> supernatural -> sherlock bbc -> hannibal nbc -> good omens
maybe not in that order but at least THREE OF THEM are certainly there
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cherraining · 9 months
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oh nooooo i hope no horny mommies find me or my askbox! it’s be so bad if they told me how they wanted me to touch myself… or if they told me how they want to fuck me… oh noooooooooooo….
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afooldyedinfolly · 11 months
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lunas-heartbreak · 7 months
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I can still smell the smoke of my mother’s anger, choking the air with her words and actions. It suffocates me to this day .
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i-simp-for-women · 7 months
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I'm going through a reading slump, depression, life problems, family issues, and studies while looking for a job. What would make me feel better? Thanks for asking!
Jude Duarte x fem reader, that would cure my soul completely :)
Cause tell me why there is no content about my (actually Cardan's, but let me be delulu) wife?!
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wraith-caller · 2 months
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vaguing
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get-good-tardigradez · 3 months
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Before my horrible break up: wow I believe in love
After my horrible break up: I’m glad Logan Echolls died after marrying Veronica because happiness isn’t real
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tadpal · 4 months
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crazy to experience tangential fatphobia like yeah my parents are fat. what does that have to do with me??? also yeah of course im going to kill you with nails now like i literally love those people???
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cowgirliee · 11 months
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aging is so awful I think my little babies should stop doing it
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hop3wrlds · 2 years
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explosive anger is the worst feeling in the world to me like it’s so horribly indescribable . i loose all my sense of self &’ feel like i’m gnna implode . i feel deranged when i have to cope by pacing rapidly , pulling my hair , hitting myself or breaking things so i won’t take it out on a real person . the panic attacks it causes are no better . i rlly despise it . i want peace .
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jinnies-lamps · 6 months
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maybe it is time to admit i was wrong, that no i do not want a cold demeanor person, i want someone warm and loving. I want someone to smile and laugh with me. Maybe i am still not healed from the traumas. Maybe that’s why i am still struggling.
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lavendarofvienna · 2 years
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mom
i’m sorry i’m you. i’m sorry that i am a visual embodiment and reminder of your trauma with every breath i take, every move i make. i’m sorry i couldn’t be better.
my mom is my life and is also my downfall. what hurts is i know exactly why she does what she does, where it comes from, and the lifetime of hurt that it comes from, and how hard she tried not to pass it on. she tried so hard and still failed, and i can’t blame her for that, right? i want to hate her, i want to be resentful and sob and lose it and scream, but i am my mother’s daughter. i am either a doormat or too outspoken, too compassionate, too empathetic, too hypocritical, too selfish, or too anything. i love her more than i love anything else in this godforsaken world and it hurts, everyday it hurts. yet i would be willing to put myself through the pain and misery so i can be with her. there is nowhere else i would rather be, even though i should wish i got a more stable mom, right? a more gentlehearted one, someone who lets me get my way. and yet, i love her and wouldn’t trade her for the world, deeply flawed and all. all i want is for her to see me, and i finally feel like maybe she does. all i want is for her to see me and be proud of who i am. to say, “that’s MY daughter. she came from ME.” to accept me for who i am and not try to change me. to own up to all her mistakes and apologize. apologize for wrecking me, breaking me down into my basic molecular structure emotionally and then building me up again just to tear me down again. apologize for screaming at me and giving me no choice but to scream back. apologize for not apologizing sooner, not recognizing her mistakes. apologize for giving me false hope many a time in hopes that she’ll turn a new leaf over. and lastly, i want to apologize for never feeling like enough. for reacting poisonously to minor situations. for not being a strait-laced baby girl that would’ve been so much easier to parent and deal with. for not thanking and recognizing all you’ve done for me. for always asking for more no matter what i get. and on behalf of your dad, im sorry and i love you. i understand, and i forgive you.
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