[tc-sorrow]

it's been exactly 365 days. time to say goodbye to all of this.

[tc-sorrow]

Don't ever hesitate. Reblog this. This should be in the tumblr laws. When you see it, REBLOG IT.

Depression Hotline: [phone]

Suicide Hotline: [phone]

LifeLine: 1-800-273-8255

Trevor Project: 1-866-488-7386

Sexuality Support: 1-800-246-7743

Eating Disorders Hotline: [phone]

Rape and Sexual Assault: 1-800-656-4673

Grief Support: 1-650-321-5272

Runaway: 1-800-843-5200, 1-800-843-5678, 1-800-621-4000

Exhale: After Abortion Hotline/Pro-Voice: 1-866-4394253

If you ever want to talk: My tumblr ask is always open.

[tc-sorrow]

me @ my tc: what the fuck u wearing

also me: ...u still look hot tho

[greenwoodfaerie]

mad love for every girl who likes girls who’s never kissed or dated a girl and feels like their identity is invalid for it. it isn’t. I love u.

[room-c209]

ok but real talk, why did we Stop giving gifts to teachers after like, idk 5th grade? is it weird to give teachers stuff in high school. it shouldn’t be

[puros-besos-deactivated20170110]

If you're voting for Donald Trump, unfollow me right now...

[puros-besos-deactivated20170110]

I already lost 5 followers. Ya era tiempo de sacar la basura 😌

[mielparaoshun]

Please and thank you

[gearheadguy]

Please unfollow me now

[eyeopeninglove6]

Get out…

[tc-sorrow]

I made the decision that I'll keep this blog for 5 more days and then delete it. On that day, it will be one year that will have passed since I had my first lesson with my tc and I don't wanna keep this blog any longer. this doesn't mean I'm over her of course, but if I don't delete this blog, I'll never find peace and be able to say goodbye to this chapter of my life. To everyone who still keeps their blog: Stay strong and good luck for your future, it's all gonna be alright ❤️

[tc-sorrow]

I dreamt about the first day of school. the day when I come to school with excitement but then remember that she's not there. that I have to pass her office without any sign of sadness and acting as if everything's fine.

when will this stop?

[discourseprincesa]

@ bi girls in het relationships/have never dated girls

your sexuality is still valid and you’re still very datable and lovable to other sapphic girls! you deserve to have clear skin and a wonderful day and not be fetishized by straight men 💅🏽👛🌺💘

[teachercr]

I hope he is happy right now.

[professorsmartass-blog1]

My Love

My love for you isn’t lip gloss. It isn’t pigtails or short skirts. It isn’t biting my lips, sucking on a lollipop in class, twirling my hair around my finger or stopping by your office to say hi. It’s not bending over in front of you, crossing then uncrossing my legs while I’m sitting across from you to show you sneak peeks of my panties, or “accidentally” touching certain parts of you when you walk past my desk. My love for you isn’t trying to turn you on or tap into your sexual fantasies. It’s not assuming you’re like most of the older men that have been staring at me in supermarkets since I was a child, trying to make myself seem like I’m naughty but very young but also all grown up in all the right ways. My love for you is deep. It’s silent. It’s distant. It’s watching you from afar. It’s taking an extra moment to look at you when you write on the board because I like your shoulders. It’s looking away when we lock eyes for too long but then looking right back because I want you to know I’m still interested and engaged but don’t want you to know how much those few seconds mean to me. It’s me smiling for weeks about the “excellent job!” you wrote on my exam or the quick “good!” you give me after I answer something correctly in class but never staying after to ask you a question because alone time with you is nerve wracking. It’s me doubting every answer in class up until the very moment I say it because I don’t want to look stupid in front of you. It’s painful and blissful and confusing and embarrassing and beautiful all at once. It’s wanting to sit on the couch, curled up with green tea and a blanket over winter break watching you grade papers, admiring the slope of your nose, how nice your new glasses are, and feeling my heart get lighter when you talk about what you’re passionate about. It’s respecting you as a teacher (and a human being) and myself at the same time. My love for you is so much more than you or the rest of the world will ever realize.

[amour-sans-fin-avec-toi-blog]

“Do people always fall in love with things they can’t have?” “Always,” Carol said, smiling, too.

The Price of Salt or Carol (via unrequited-nostalgia)

[always-tc]

im just part of her job

im just part of her job

im just part of her job

im just part of her job

im just part of her job

she only talks to me because she has to

she only cares because she has to

she only emails be because she should

im just part of her job

[crushteacher-deactivated2016102]

I bet I’ve already spent 928246 hours thinking about you or overanalyzing your words

[gastriloquist]

Adults that tell little boys they shouldn’t cry are trash.

[igotoveryou]

Sometimes I wonder how she’d react if I died. Don’t get me wrong I certainly don’t want to die but I can’t help but wonder… would she be sad? Would she even know, I mean who would tell her?

[always-tc]

okay i’m not the only person who thinks about this

[eggysunwin-moved-deactivated201]

can we normalize the fact that people have acne and stretch marks and don’t have to hide it?