20, from Mex.
Light goth, medieval, renaissance, fairies, unseelie mostly, dark art, dark magic, european (specially irish and swiss), français, love, romance, old school, bitchin, cray cray, hot and handsome men (specially in well tailored suits), dogs...
vintage, atheism and philosophical stuff. Fun stuff when I find it, and things about my favorite shows :)
Can find some depression posts on occasion.
P.S. You can submit things you think I might like, I can't link the damn page but just add /submit up there in the url :)
She has so much backstory man. Its about freaking time!
If only we could make DC do the same.
Related to my last post..
When he’s the one thing I worry about and think about the most when Im at my worst, when Im thinking I cant die because who’s going to take care of him then, when I worry how my states affect him, and when he sees me crying and comes up to me and buries his face in my hands, that’s when you know this is my child. And his species is not going to change that nor your retarded view of how I should live my life and who I should love.
When I see him eating or sleeping or yes even pooping and I feel the joy of sharing a piece of me with him and the joy of watching him live and grow and run, to know I was given this beautiful boy, that’s when you should again, kiss my motherly ass.
So don’t you dare call me a bad mother.
You know just because my son is of the canine variety, doesn’t mean my mothering skills are fair game. If you joke about me being a bad mother for whatever reason, that’s a low blow.
I do the best I can to be a good mom, I’m constantly giving him check ups, if he gets sick I’ll miss whatever i have planned that day including school to take him to the vet, and give him his medicine, even if he doesnt like it. I myself am super undisciplined with my own medications but he’s a whole different story. I make sure he’s well fed even when he doesnt want to eat and i have to stay with him and make sure he eats. I noticed he sometimes likes to eat as a family so Ill sit down with him to eat together. And when he wakes up in the middle of the night all pukey with an upset stomach you better believe Ima be up just the same, rubbing his tummy worried, comforting as best I can, and trying to figure out how to help him get better. I make sure he’s not cold, I give him all the love I possibly can and worry nonstop about him and me doing a good job for him.
You may call me a bad student, a bad daughter even, but how do you think Im going to feel if you call me a bad mother specially after everything I try to do for him?
I know taking him with me to France will only complicate things more for me but even so, i wont leave him behind for my own convenience when I know no one here will look after him the way I do.
So my point is if you question my fourlegged child and mother relationship, you can kiss my motherly ass.
I’m going to fail. Again. Remember that uni I really really liked and its city I really really liked? UBO? Well, its deadline is March 31st and my university just will not fucking sign my papers so it seems I’m going to miss it, again.
I’m probably never getting out of here am I?
…No wait.. Plan B, there’s always expensive ass plan B for Belgium, where I’ll be poor for the rest of my life.