Look at yourself. Look at yourself really close. Think about all you've been through. All the tears you've cried. All the hurt you've felt. All the times you thought you couldn't handle anymore. Realize how far you've come. How strong you are today. How brave and beautiful you are. Smile. You are stronger than you think. You're one amazing person. Know that. Tell yourself. Believe it.
I don’t normally reblog stuff like this… Ever…
But I really needed to see this.
I know it probably doesn’t seem like it, especially to those of you that know me outside of tumblr…
But I’ve been kinda down lately, and I needed to be reminded that I’m a lot stronger than I believe I am sometimes.
I feel like OCD is so underrated as a mental disorder, it’s never really seen as being that difficult to live/cope with. Lately my anxiety has been out of control, and subsequently so have my rituals and obsessive habits. I just need a bubble bath or something.
Yup, I’d follow, as long as you guys know what you’re doing and have done lots of research on it :)
Oh, yeah! Absolutely. I stretched before when I was younger and ‘bout fucked my poor little ears up. Real bad. BUT, since then I’ve grown up and done tons of research and my ears are okay and not super scarred up from my previous idiocy, I wanna try again. <3
I was thinking about possibly making a blog about our journey in stretching our lobes and posting cool pictures of piercings, tattoos, body mods in general, cool jewelry for body mods, GOOD RELIABLE and SAFE information on stretching and piercing, and our journey wif stretchin!
And he sees this girl who catches his eye. He walks up to her, flirts and asks if he could buy her a drink. She declines. It seems she wants to hang out with her friends and doesn’t want to be bothered. So the man calmly and with a non sarcastic tone says: “Okay. Well, you have a good evening then”. He walks away and continues to enjoy his evening because life moves on and she didn’t owe him a god damn thing.
I’m seriously like chomping at the mother fucking bit. I’m counting the DAYS until Andrew and I get married. Counting the days until Andrew gets out of college. COUNTING. THE. DAYS.
Like, I’m to the point that while I’m not TRYING to get pregnant, but if I do, I won’t be upset or scared. I’ll be so god damn excited words could not describe.
I mean, I’ve always wanted kids really bad. But, now with Andrew, it’s like an ache within my soul because I don’t just want my baby now. I want OUR baby. I want to carry HIS child.
It’s killing me. Oh, god is it killing me.
Mentally, I’m so beyond ready for a baby. People always try to tell me “No! It’ll take away your youth! You’ll be so tired and babies are hard to handle and they cry and you’re not as ready as you think you are blah blah blah blah. You don’t understand!”
No. YOU don’t understand. Having a child is one constant thing that’s been on my mind since I was tiny. When people asked me what I wanted to be when I was little I said “I want to be a veterinarian/dinosaur/power ranger and a mommy.” Now, I want to do whatever job makes me happiest, and I still want to be a mommy.
And I want it now. I know I’ll probably be a wreck when it happens, but as of right now… I’m excited for the back aches, and the constant feeling of having to pee, and the scary labor process, sleepless nights, calling my grandma cause I don’t know what to do. I’m ready for the cranky baby and the frustrated daddy.
Those, while hard, are all parts of motherhood, and that’s what I want to experience. Because even though it’ll be hard, I’ll know that Andrew and I created that little life. We will build a family.
It’s going to be hard, but I’m ready for it. I’m not even a mother yet, but I know that all of that bad hard stuff will be more than made up for with all of the absolutely perfect moments that come along with raising a child with my soul mate.