Baby goats aka kids are for everyone.
I told my son I was off work tomorrow.
The first words out of his mouth were
“Yayyyyy you gonna buy me a toy?”
All I want to do is make money, provide for my child, and set an example.
All you’re worried about is everything juvenile and unimportant and social.
Maybe I’m just jealous.
destroy media’s idea of asian girls being petite, pale-skinned waifs with bobbed hair and blunt bangs who are either the quiet fighter or a submissive giggly teen
destroy the fetishizing and infantilizing of asian girls
I’ve been backing up with words and hearts and stresses. It’s hard when the lows start, and you can’t remember right from wrong or where you should be in life. I’ve been there, I’ve witnessed the worst and experienced the highs. The highs are like flying, or shooting, or drowning. The lows are trapped in the darkest of spots of the brain. I miss this. I miss knowing the emotions that should be shooting out of my soul and the undying resolution of my heart leaking from my eyes. I’ll be there again, soon. Whenever my heart decides to take over for my mind and my body starts to float away again.