The thought of a life like that both scares and bores the fuck out of me. Holidays must be shit – kids’ clubs and no booze.

Ikr? No more disappearing off across the country (or further) on a whim because you want to go to an event. Essentially no more doing what you want, ever again. The way I see it, you reproduced, you accept your punishment. No more fun for you!

Bunch of girls I went to school with posting pics of their get-together on FB, talking about childbirth (*scream*) and motherhood – they’re all very nice people, and if I bumped into them I’d probably have a nice chat, but lol, if I was ever in a group like that it’d be like “Yeah so I was watching wrestling last weekend.” “Oh, I didn’t know you had kids!” “…I don’t.” Having kids is the number 1 thing that ages people innit, not even in a physical way, but just by making you be a ~grown up~. That shit ain’t for me! 

Sometimes when you’re researching fic you really do have to look up stuff that you have zero personal interest in and that actually makes you cringe irl. But in fics – heyyyyyy ;)b ;)b ;)b 

I wonder why this is and what it says about me lol