(via Birth Moms: Specials: TLC)

has anyone seen this dreck?  

was just laying in bed skipping channels, and came across this drivel.  

it’s horrible.

This is awesome.

(via When Good Customer Service Makes You Cry » The Chronicles of Munchkin Land)

"I had a baby, but I don’t have a baby. That is HUGE! How did I do that? How could I do that? How am I okay? I love her so much! My love for her is bigger than anything I’ve ever felt before. She is the most precious little thing in the whole wide world. And I am not her mother."

(Source: noitcefrep)

Elvis Costello - Sulky Girl (by Circumpunk)

silfarione:

The Mother’s Hand by Antanas Sutkus. 1966

My dog, bibi, had a litter of puppies on Mother’s Day (8th May) last year.  4 puppies, all boys.  We had them all placed, but the arrangements for the last one fell through, right before I delivered Lola.  So I decided I’d keep him, and he became, in a sense, my surrogate baby.  He’s nearly 8 months old now, and he weighs almost 80 lbs.  Since he was my buddy, he’s gotten more attention and cuddles and time and energy than any puppy could want.  Almost everybody I know openly accuses me of being a crazy dog lady, (and they might be right.) but I can’t help it, he helped me through (?) those difficult first days, weeks, let me cling to him when it was bad, and brought an abundant joy to my life when I needed it most, and when I didn’t really have any thing or person else to help me.  

He is, fundamentally, a good dog.  Since he’s never wanted for attention, and he’s been raised in the house with both of his parents, who’ve essentially showed him how to be a dog.  The only real issue is that because I really depended on the physical cuddles and kisses and affection with him, we didn’t really ever work on setting up or enforcing any boundaries.  So that means that when I go to sit in the armchair in my living room, I have this LARGE, nearly full-grown pit bull that takes it upon himself to come up and sit on my shoulder.

Oh well, it certainly could be worse.

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Breathable Insurance

powergracebeautypassion:

We had a boy and named him “oak”

and now I find acorns everywhere…

we bring them home

to sprout if they will 

And grow greater

and grander

and wider still.

Cause we really like trees and 

the sound of their leaves

reminds us

we’re able

to breathe

clean air

to our fill.

Still.

I’d like my “grandOaks” to be able to do the same.