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A child sees her mother through rose-tinted lenses because she needs to bond in order to survive. But a wounded mother sees her daughter through some degree of darkened lenses due to her own unhealed traumatic residues and trauma-basic reactions from her history, which have nothing to do with her child.
Bethany Webster
rose-tinted
I’ve been told I’m a pessimist; I’ve been told to place rose-tinted glasses on my nose,
to be able to see the brighter sides of the world. but the people telling me, those optimists, they were born with rose-colored eyes in a rose-tinged world and they don’t understand.
my eyes are brown, almost black, and I see the truths and the lies and the dark sides of the world. they can keep their rose-tinted glasses,
because I want to see the shadows just as well as the light.
Rose-Tinted
continued with @lostdreemurr
Flowey dodged the blaster fire, but took one of the bones to the arm. It splintered on contact, and pinned the limb to the floor below. He shrieked in pain, eyes narrowing in a deadly glare. “Red!” It was Asriel’s voice that came from the monster’s mouth. “I can…I can feel him getting weaker.” He was hiding the fact that he could feel every attack, that it was still his body and it still hurt. “Stay determined!” Flowey snarled and fought his way back into control, maw gaping into a grin as he summoned sharpened flowers to throw at the other. He snapped the bone with his teeth, freeing himself from Red’s attack.
He pretty much assumed that Asriel would be able to feel the pain. But unfortunately, there wasn’t shit he could do about it. Not now.
“hey, kid, hang in there, ok?” he responded, as he spun out of the way of the flower attack. “dunno about determination, but i’m not about to stop fightin’. so you don’t either.” He summoned another blaster, shooting it off. Then he reached out and grabbed Flowey’s soul with blue magic, lifting him before flinging him up against the ceiling with a grunt of effort.
“fuck off, petals!”
we spend the rest of our lives chasing for a feeling that only runs through rose-tinted glasses of childhood.
Rose-tinted (5/29/16)
high school days
Can't change the past, so I guess it's time to move on.
Sycamour: Obscure EP Release // Episode 1
