I love to see children who are so delicate and gentle with animals. It warms my heart amidst a sea of brats pulling cats’ tails and getting whacked.
Also JESUS THAT’S A SNUGGLY CHICKEN.
I love how she reaches up on her tippy toes to snuggle into his shoulder.
I’m afraid that my family members only provide different forms of toxicity, and that they are hindering my positive growth as a person. At the very least, they are not helping it.
I am afraid that my eating disorder will follow me wherever I go until I die. Maybe even after that, who is to know
I honestly wish that alcohol was good for me. I know, I know, red wine’s ‘good for you’ yeah yeah. So is dark chocolate, but what people seem to forget is the fact that only a little at a time and only every once in awhile it’s good for you.
Not only is it bad for me, but I feel the awful effects of it a solid couple of days after. Sometimes, I’m in the mood for it, but I can’t drink it…I feel tired and bloated, like I have blotchy dry skin, and I feel like my life just falls apart and I feel more stupid days after it. MEH! d: