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baldbratzdoll · 2 years
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Baby it’s my child for me 😩💗
Sad I can even post my cute ass baby cause lame ass 🥷’s wanna steal photos.
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glitteryclitorous · 2 years
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I love him soooooooooooooooooooooooo much♥️
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childofburningtime01 · 5 months
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You y’all’s parents ever lean into the thought of you having kids?
And then you think of how traumatic your childhood was, And have a full breakdown about the fear that you’re gonna fuck up like them, and leave your kid with the same trauma you have to deal with? Like, just the thought of me unintentionally inflicting this kind of mental pain and weight on my kid hurts to the point of being genuinely terrified to have kids.
No?
Just me?
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tinalilith1 · 1 year
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Backpacks can come in different sizes, styles, designs, materials and looks which gives you the chance to pick an infant baby bag that'll best meet your needs.
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amazonhourglass · 1 year
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My 2023 MEOW-NTRA #live #love #tacos #lookcute #handsome #mamasbaby #beoutside #kittygram #instacat #catsofinstagram (at New Orleans, Louisiana) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cm7cEMuJR2X/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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pythagoravonsamos · 2 years
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Men,
Detach yourself from your mother.
Disengage yourself from her feminine energy.
Focus on being a man of your own.
"Mum I need this..."
"Mum I have this girl..."
"Mum I want to buy this phone..."
Don't be a mama's boy.
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nittym · 2 years
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Exactly!!!!!!!!! I love my mother!!!! I love to feel like a baby sometimes!!!!! I love to go and lay all over her bed with her and she yell!!!! “Get yo ass out my bed!!!!!”……🤷🏾‍♀️🤷🏾‍♀️🤷🏾‍♀️❤️❤️🥰🥰🥰🥰 #mamasbaby
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griffinsporthorses · 3 years
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Happy Mother's Day!
To all the human and animal mamas out there
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mamas-pupp · 3 years
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🍭𝕡𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕖 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕 𝕞𝕪 𝔻ℕ𝕀 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕖𝕟𝕛𝕠𝕪 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕪!!🍭
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cookingwithkimberly · 3 years
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#hangingout #playing & watching the # - a little #downtime with #PearlOfNubia ! #3yearsold #toddlerfun #mamasbaby #thiskid #loveofmylife https://www.instagram.com/p/CSmIERbL51j/?utm_medium=tumblr
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2kiman · 3 years
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Hello
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amazinglyamy · 4 years
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When you’ve had the longest week ever and need some self care time - go visit your cow and all will be right with the world once again. @rerootfarm #winniethewhite #orphancow #ilovethisgirl #mamasbaby https://www.instagram.com/p/CGJIGHojKUG/?igshid=16nrlqc88jwwj
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tinalilith1 · 1 year
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Stylish mamas will love this fashion-forward pram organiser,but it's more than just super-cool to look at.They are accessories you pop on the handles of your pram.
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amazonhourglass · 2 years
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NAPPING WITH MIMI #mamasbaby #furbaby #betrayal #mimi #ilovefamily #catzoomies #catsofinstagram #catgram #sleepycat #kittycat #kittylover #insta #kittygram #love #dormir #flamingo #flamingoparty https://www.instagram.com/p/Cf-fNFGuKOu/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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damagedsmile · 4 years
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✦ - a drabble from the pov of someone my muse admires
“They say he ain’t normal. WEEELLL… that doctor said he is, bu’… people ‘round these parts say he ain’t. Guess that’s all the good doctors do, huh? Sittin’ behind their fancy desks, lookin’ down their nose atcha, thinkin’ they got the right o’ it. Somehow… somehow I think the uneducated ones know better. He’s… he’s got his problems, bu’ don’t we all? How many people do YOU know can say they’re perfect? Bring me ONE PERSON, jus’ one who can, an’ I’ll say sorry. Go on. Betcha can’t though, huh? ‘Course not. Perfect is jus’ a word we use when we wanna lie t’ourselves.
I won’t lie about him. What’s the point? Ya’ll can see it, right? Bu’ I won’t say I’m sorry. NEVER. I jus’… I love him. Maybe I shouldn’t bu’… Christ, how can I not? He… well, I guess he’s perfect t’me. Huh, funny that, huh? Bu’ I mean it. He’s perfect t’me, no matter the shit he does. I look at him from where I sit an’ I jus’ smile. He don’t need t’look at me or even acknowledge me at all, I jus’ smile anyway. I smile ‘til I feel tears in my eyes. Oh sure, he’s done some fucked-up shit an’… maybe sometimes I get afraid. Maybe sometimes I cry without joy, feel a lil’ sick in my stomach; bu’ God help me, I love him. Ain’t nothin’ he could do t’change that.
I don’t gotta agree with all he does. Hardly matters when he’s gunna do what he damn well likes, right? I don’t gotta like what he does or what he’s done t’himself. Bu’ it’s HIM I love, not the things he does. I can look past it. I can fuckin’ deny it all too an’ pretend it’s not real. Damn, bet yer ass I can; an’ I do it ‘cause… that’s whatcha do, ain’t it? I think I’d be a terrible person if I didn’t love him.
I’ve heard about those types o’ women an’ it kinda sickens me, honestly. I don’t wanna be one o’ those, ever. I mean… I got that instinct deep in my heart. I gotta love him. Can’t stop it. Even the times in the past when… when he’d lose control an’… put me through awful shit… put me through some real nasty shit, I swear… well, my heart only got sad that I couldn’t calm him down. I look upon this beautiful man an’, call me crazy, bu’ I feel proud. I do. He’s done good things, he has. I’ve seen it. He ain’t… it’s not his fault. He jus’… he jus’… I guess… maybe they were right… that… that I should’ve…
They told me he was a normal kid, that he’d grow outta his tantrums an’ shit. I guess it’s my fault at the end o’ the day. I know it’s my fault, sweet Jesus I know it. I know it’s ‘cause o’ me he does this. I know it’s ‘cause o’ me an’ my failures that he’s tormented. I never… I never wanted… an’ I didn’t think about the future at all. I didn’t think.
When ya hold yer baby in yer arms, ya love him. Instantly. From that day on, whenever he cries or hurts… fuck. It’s like a knife through yer heart. It hurts yer breasts. Makes ya wanna jus’… kill the world so it’ll leave him alone. That day when I finally held him, after SO LONG waitin’ for him t’be strong enough… that was it. For me, for the world.
All the times he’d punch at me an’ scream… all the times he tried doin’ somethin’ awful to the damn cat… ya can’t ever hate yer baby. Not if yer a good momma. An’ fuck, I like t’think I was. I know I… s’my fault like I say bu’ goddamnit, I never hurt him. I never abandoned him. I never wanted him dead. I did my fuckin’ best by him, the only way I knew how.
So… there ya are. Wanna blame me an’ say I’m a terrible person? That my mistakes are the reason he exists an’ does what he does? Go ahead. I can take it. I can take my licks, mister, better fuckin’ believe I can handle pain. Bu’ yer never gunna get me t’say I’m sorry for givin’ birth t’him, NEVER. I’ll NEVER hate him. I’ll NEVER wish I’d gotten rid o’ him. So what if I’ve fucked the world over? So fuckin’ what. I don’t care. Ain’t the world I remember. It don’t matter. All that matters t’me… as I sit here an’ smile watchin’ him, knowin’ he can’t ever look at me or know I’m here… is that one day, it’ll all be over; an’ I’ll take him in my damn arms, I’ll hold my baby an’ I’ll say, “Well, baby boy, ya did some messy shit back there bu’ s’all over. I gotcha an’ I’m proud. I love ya, Jack.”
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