And you’re feeling good…
But the night before you leave for BCT…
And then you arrive at Fort Benning. And they take your phone away…
And you meet your drill sergeant…
And you start training and you’re feeling like…
And one of your battles screws up…
And you’re all…
But then you start getting it right!
And before you know it, it’s all over. And you feel like…
But also like…
My plane got cancelled lol. I’m shipping today. Good luck!
Someone tell me I’m not a terrible mother for leaving my son with his grandma while I go through BCT in the Army National Guard. When I look at the future and how this will give me basically a free degree and a better way to provide for him I’m proud of myself. When I think about the 6 months I’ll be away from him I can’t stand it.
The thing is, every “crazy ex” has a story. All of them have a point of view that is different than the person you’re now dating. Learn from your significant other’s exes, they speak volumes. Don’t call them names or feel like you have to be different than them. You weren’t there. You can’t know for sure how things actually were. You’re trying to get to know this person, not form them into someone you want. If I could I’d talk to every ex girlfriend I could. Sure, some might be legitimately crazy, but it would be nice to see what he wanted at that point in his life.
Also I have like zero jealousy. If you cheat on me I’ll leave you, I don’t have to get messed up about it. I just don’t think he would.
holy shit, the notes….
This has more notes than the ‘Make Dean in gym shorts the most reblogged pic on tumblr’
1 million more than the last time this crossed my dash.
This should spike up since the bullshit the Bielievers are trying to pull on the Spn fandom.
I tried my best
I am prepared to repel opinionated assholes
although (by me, please don’t remove this text)
Like everything he does is perfect.
I just watched him pop pimples in the mirror and was thinking about how much I love him.
I make myself sick with my love and cheesy feelings and stuff. Someone slap me.
I was feeling fat for a minute.
Then I remembered that I’m a human being that isn’t required to be a certain size in order to be successful in life.
So now i’m eating Lucky Charms.
Not a second to waste!
This little girl races back into her mom’s arms.
Well I can say goodbye to my size D boobs, I just took my last birth control patch off.
7 days until basic training.
When a financial institution asks me my “mother’s maiden name” as a security question. Because it’s assumed that I have at least one and no more than one mother in my life AND that she married AND that she gave up her own name AND that that part of her identity was erased enough from my public history so as to be a password to access my private information.
Why do we still call it a “maiden name”? This is 2014 not 1532. I can’t remember the last time I was called a maiden…
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