WIP mother’s day gift. sometimes my mama and i get along. sometimes!
I can’t hide my terror and alarm when confronted with children. Even when they’re 4,000 miles away.
#MOMOFTHEYEAR
the best photoset in the history of tumblr
a true work of art
frame this in a museum
UGH
THIS. all of it. ALL OF IT. EAT YOUR DOUBLE STANDARDS AND PITY FOR BREAKFAST, “NICE GUYS.”
(Source: acidarmor)
reason number 4,576,892 that i shouldn’t be a mother. in reference to asking my boyfriend if he’s sent his niece and nephew to daycare yet
me: kids safely sent to child prison?
I AM SO MATERNAL IT HURTS
I’m starting to forget where I’ve met people. It’s all becoming a big blur of high school/college/work/abroad…I’m forgetting who knows who amongst my contacts. IT’S WEIRD.