Jennette McCurdy, I'm Glad My Mom Died
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I love seeing people go insane over their ugly little men like, I get it. I have an ugly little man too except he’s hot and beautiful and pretty
i crave a life
where mother
means home
where mother
means roots
like nature
like nurture
instead,
i have a life
where mother
means wound
where mother
means absence
like a blight
like a wasteland
maybe one day
when the wound
is healed
is closed
when someone else
kisses my scraped knees
and wipes my tears away
mother will just be a word
i simply don’t know
the meaning of
define: mother - transmonstera
— Poplar Street, Chen Chen
[text ID: Does your mother love you / all the time? Have you ever doubted?]
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Jeanette Winterson, Why Be Happy When You Could Be Normal?
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