Bleeding

[azaleasdawn]

I've always wondered if people are with me for the sake of the time they've spent with me or do they genuinely like me? I've always been delusional about the eyes of the people when they look at me, is this adoration? or is this sympathy? like i can feel them rolling their eyes in the head while pulling me into a hug!

_azaleas

[mortalityplays]

btw you will miss this in 5 or 10 years. memory will smooth these circumstances down like a river stone, and you will find yourself longing for a shade of light or a moment of this particular innocence. you don't know about what happens next, and one day that will be the most alluring thing of all. don't leave it all for nostalgia. have a nice night now, whatever night it happens to be.

[thedeadpoetsraven]

𝑂𝑓 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑝𝑠 𝑎 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑜𝑛 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑓𝑎𝑐𝑒, 𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑝𝑢𝑛𝑖𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑒 𝑎𝑐𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔.

— Khaled Hosseini, A Thousand Splendid Suns

[half-a-corpse-half-a-poet]

-Zoë Lianne

[sillytriumphdragon]

[kosmogrl]

[stuckinapril]

[stuckinapril]

[libraford]

Teacher to me (photographer): this is Mohammed.

Me: and last name?

Teacher: -shrug- his name is Mohammed, hes the only Mohammed at this school.

Mohammed: -is in preschool, doesnt know his last name-

Me: -looks up Mohammed in system- Nadir?

Teacher: sure, yeah. Sounds right.

[libraford]

Me: this will come back to bite me later.

[libraford]

After merging my camera data with another photographer: there's two Mohammed Nadirs. -goes to talk it out with secretary-

Me: -shows two photos- which of these kids is Mohammed?

Secretary: -points to the one I did not shoot- that's Mohammed.

Me: I was told this one was Mohammed. -points to my student-

Secretary: well, theres only one Mohammed.

[libraford]

Secretary takes me to the break room to chat with two teachers.

Me: can one of you tell me which one is Mohammed?

Teacher A points to my student.

Teacher B points to not my student.

Both: that's Mohammed.

[libraford]

Teacher B says that her Mohammed is in her class and is definitely Mohammed Nadir.

Me: so who is Mystery Mohammed?

Teachers Aide walks by: who are you trying to find?

Me: -turns laptop around- can you identify this child?

Teachers Aide: oh! That's Mohammed!

[libraford]

So theres two Mohammeds. Secretary cant find data for Mystery Mohammed. No one can find his name. All we know is he's in preschool.

Me: okay! Can you direct me to the teacher?

Teachers Aide: sure.

I have my laptop open to the photo as I'm walking down the hall, updating data as we go looking for this kid. Checking hairstyles and clothes in vase we see him in the hall. Buffalo check shirt. Hi-top fade. Secretary is freaking out a little that she lost all data for entire student.

We pass the library.

A class is exiting.

I see the buffalo check shirt. I see the hi-top fade. Kid is wearing a mask.

Teachers aide taps him.

Me: is this you?

Child: no, that's Mohammed.

[libraford]

Identical child is Mohammed's cousin. They dressed alike for picture day because their mothers thought it would be cute.

Cousin: I dont know his last name. His mom never told me.

Teachers aide leads me to classroom where we see...

MOHAMMED!

Me: Hi, hello Mrs preschool teacher. I need to know the name of this child-

Teacher: that's Moham-

Me: Mohammed, yes. We gathered. What's his LAST name?

Teacher:

[libraford]

Teacher: Mohammed, what's your last name?

Mohammed: -stares at the wall, then points to a picture of a duck-

Teacher: his last name is not 'duck.' I'll go look it up for you.

Five minutes later and the reason we couldn't find his name was because he spells it MUHammad. All of this because the teacher swore he was the only kid in the school with the most common name in the world.

End scene, exit left pursued by a migraine.

[azaleasdawn]

Gave me a good laugh

[acreaturecalledgreed]

theres like a guarantee that if someone’s url ends in “course” or “discourse” theyre an asshole

[horse-is-a-horse-of-course]

: (

[acreaturecalledgreed]

oh my god, oh my god im so sorry im so sorry please

please have these

[horse-is-a-horse-of-course]

: )

[litandlifequotes]

Come live with me and be my love, And we will all the pleasures prove, That Valleys, groves, hills, and fields, Woods, or steepy mountain yields.

"The Passionate Shepherd to His Love" by Christopher Marlowe

[chris-evans]

emo king

[terror-billie]

it's a weird emotion when somebody goes "doesn't this just shake you to your core and rewrite your dna and change who you are as a person" and your honest experience of it was that it was ok

[fury-brand]

"Fuck I'm going to get a bad grade in friendship media resonance"

[perfectquote]

“One of the best lessons you can master in life is to master how to remain calm.”

— Unknown

[perfectquote]

“Learn to be alone, and to like it. There’s nothing more freeing and empowering than learning to like your own company.”

— Mandy Hale

[azaleasdawn]

My Rage!

I don't know where to put all these rage, I can't let it out, and I'm tired of suppressing it, I'm tired of focusing on my breathing movement to tone it down , now it gets on my nerves , I'm tired of being my mother's calm child, I'm tired of being my father's quiet kid, I'm tired of being my sibling's comprising sister, I'm tired of being understanding friend to my friends,

For once i want my rage to come out violently and terribly, for once I want to be the violent child of my mother and screaming child of my father, for once i want be the one to compromised for, for once i want to throw tantrums without being called toxic to my friends...

I don't know where to put all these feelings without getting hurt, without being my mind at stake , without having throbbing headaches, I don't know where to put all the rage without killing myself, without hurting anyone, i don't know where to go to cry, to scream my heart out without being heard by anyone, I don't know, i don't know, I don't know ...

_azaleas

[awwcutefuzzyanimals]

Thinking about something

[centrumlumina]