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My third classroom…
I taught Shakespeare.
I was fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, and eighteen-years-old.
My classroom was chaotic and stunk of school lunches.
Once again, the ‘weird’ kid was the center of attention.
Seriously though, how hard is it to read the footnotes?
They hold the keys to the wonders of the world!
@theredkingandthesea your tags made me giggle, have a low-budget mîm 🫶💝
Or: TFW your son looks like a copy+paste version of your beloved dead mother you don’t even remember, and so project your want of Mother onto said son causing him to push you & your expectations of Mother away, only to unknowingly become more like Mother because you never even knew her at all, so any actions carried out under the assumption of ‘What would she not do?’ was really running into the arms of her true spirit and oh, have mercy— now they are both looking at you but you can no longer tell where one begins and the other ends anymore, if they were ever even distinct to begin with because had you ever been able to tell, had you ever wanted to?? Hate it when that happens 😪🙏
Which of us do you love?
@thecoolblackwaves (screeching, sobbing, wailing hideously & clawing at the walls) His little dove… 🥺💓
"The clouds have stolen you"
✧ On delusion(s) & Doom ✧
my work here is done 😌 (@thecoolblackwaves 💐💝)
I prefer you with a crown.
Am not sure where the idea came from, but I am quite fond of uncanny valley Curufin! Something about never appearing to fit his own skin and name correctly, always the sense of unplaceable off-ness when looking at him… Hence the attempt at near-perfect symmetry— I am also fond of the idea of Curufin getting burn scars from holding onto Fëanor’s body, so: heh hehh >:3
Trying a new style of painting (screeching 🥹💓!!!)
Thank you @theredkingandthesea, you always Get It 🥰🩵
I prefer you with a crown.