#teacher complex

[teachercon]

ahh, i just found out my posts weren’t showing up under tags! i hope they are now! (*^^*)♡

well, i’ll turn this into an intro post! my name is cindy — i’m a member of the teacher crush community, irl yan community, radqueer community, and delusional attachment community! i am in love with my goddess (my 8th grade teacher), am a permastudent, am transitioning to become more like my goddess, and am pareo irl! (•̀ᴗ•́ )و

my posts will be written in alternating pink and teal, just like my hair! this blog will also have no, or very few reblogs — unfortunately, i’m the main character here! (＞﹏＜)

i hope this post finds you well, and i do implore you to check out my earlier ramblings that unfortunately didn’t get promoted and send asks! i’d love to answer any and all questions about my goddess to the best of my ability! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ there will be a lot of tags for reach, so i apologize in advance!

please, check out my other posts!

god bless, cindy!

[teachercon]

yearning for my goddess… i need her so badly (＞﹏＜)

ah, how i long for her sweet embrace! two cute girls together forever… we’d really make the perfect couple (☆▽☆)

although i don’t think she returns my feelings, that can be fixed! (•̀ᴗ•́)و (or maybe she does feel the same… i mean, one of our old friends said it could go either way!)

all i have to do is grow up so she’ll see me as an equal. i’ll get my life together! i’ll become a perfectly normal adult. will she see me as more than a daughter then? what do i have to do for her to love me? please, i’ll do anything! i’ll even get surgery to become a man! ( ╥ω╥ )

i wish that my headmates didn’t ban me from contacting her. i have so many lovely things i’d like to say… alas, i’m forbidden ｡･ﾟﾟ*(>д<)*ﾟﾟ･｡ they say it’s for my own good, but anything that keeps me away from my goddess is detrimental to my wellbeing! (⌣̀_⌣́)

i love her! i love her so much! i’ll do anything! i’ll wait for all eternity to spend a fraction of a second in her arms!

[kallicat]

Honestly I wouldn't be surprised if I take in an at-risk youth like Leigh Anne Tuohy did with Michael Oher.

My husband better be prepared. Just saying.

[syrille]

That moment you watch Chamber of Secrets and realize you're watching your Research professor flailing from Cornish pixies.

I might as well have called my Research professor 'Lockhart'. He's worth as much as that pretty boy, and if we all talk Potter, he's not exactly a bag of Galleons. No, he was as much help insane as normal and boisterous. And at least Lockheart's got ravishing looks going for him. I can't even find... anything, especially something fittingly "mentor" to say about my dear Teacher. Adding up all the half-hours he spent lecturing us about all the things he takes credit for, factual or fantastical: 1.5 x 2 days a week x 4 weeks a month x 5 months a semester, approximately All that equals 60 hours. 60 hours of our youth. Imagine that. That doesn't even include the days we spent slaving over the research proposals he never bothered to pay -- as he is so poor, he can't even afford this -- attention to. He should be hanged. I really wish to say that I kid. I'm sorry. The semester ended without us ever learning anything. I often scribble these clever quotes I pick up from teachers, but from him, the one thing that painfully scorched my memory is the research title "The Spectacular Insects of Virac, Catanduanes" that he plucked out of the limp broccoli underneath that receding tide of hair. I wish to say he was being random, or careless, but even if he was... Seriously. T_T I won't say more. Let's just say he's one character out of many. I'll let this one rest.