“It was hell growing up. My parents were two pieces of shit. You don’t know what it was like coming home from school and being afraid because your mom is flying on fucking drugs so you go and hide under your bed and listen to them scream and wonder whether your dad or your mom was going to kill the other one first. One time my dad told my mom that he’d kill her if she hit me again. He came home that night and saw my face bruised up, so he dragged my mom out of her room by the legs, lifted her up by her throat and pinned her against the wall. Her face was turning more and more purple and I was pulling on her legs trying to get her feet back on the ground. Cause I didn’t want to see my dad kill my mom. She always beat me and called me a piece of shit and told me that I was going to hell, but that was my mom.”
I love my mom.
I am risking nothing
I AM SORRY FOLLOWERS, I LOVE MY MOMMY
Will not risk.
sorry followers :(
omg im so glad to se so many people love their mummy
Why’re you being mean to my mum?
Nope. Googled it. 15 minuets. Nope. Not taking any chances
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Ps not riskin it
ps not risking it
better be safe still
On a completely different note, I was thinking about my mom during class today and I almost cried.
Anonymous asked: silly question, but is there a word in any given language that stands for "a lover of forest" not nature, just forest.. ? sorry for bothering and good day <3
Nemophily is the fondness for forest scenery. It is the love of the woods. (Webster’s Revised Unabridged Dictionary, published 1913 by C. & G. Merriam Co.) A nemophilist is someone who loves the forest and its beauty and solitude, and referred to as a “haunter of the woods”.
Also, there’s the word waldeinsamkeit, or a “woodland solitude”. This German word indicates the feeling of being alone in the woods ― described as something wonderful, poetic, peaceful, calm, relaxed, and at one with nature.
Everyone got a picture with my niece. My sister’s stupid boyfriend got a picture with my niece. But I didn’t. Why. What is my life