Anxiety is wanting to ask your partner a million questions as to why they’re with you, why they say they care about you, and so on.
Depression is not thinking you’re worth enough to even ask those questions, let alone be with them.
and having both of them is the definition of hell
IF YOU’RE EVER FEELING SAD JUST REMEMBER THAT TOM HIDDLESTON DREW LOKI AND HE WAS SO PROUD OF HIS WORK THAT HE TOOK A PICTURE OF HIM AND THE DROWING
HE LOOKS SO PLEASED WITH HIMSELF
HE EVEN NAME IT “LOKI, BY LOKI”
dont you ever, EVER call a girl fat or chubby or thick or big boned or large or meaty or anything like that because you’ll forget seconds later but she will remember 10 years later when shes throwing up her lunch in the toilet, your name, where it happened, what the weather was like, the time it happened, and exactly what you said. and it will haunt her for the rest of her life.
SCRUB DUB DUB GOAT IN A TUB
How can you not reblog a soapy baby goat
Guys I just wanna put down some cute things I’ve experienced with baby goats, while my grandparent raised them:
They were allowed in the house and quickly picked up how to alert grandma when they needed to go outside, by racing eachother to the back door.
They love couches, anything that they can climb or bounce/jump on. They even got up onto the tv at one point.
They will bond with their main-provider like toddlers to a mother. The two goats that my grandma took care of would follow her around the house like duckies and even cry for her if she left them alone for too long.
They practice head butting!! But they’re so small that they’ll start stompin’ and revvin’ up if they see you have a foot propped up, and they’ll charge the bottom of your foot! Their little heads fits perfectly into the soles of your feet, like a baseball into a catchers mitt.
I miss them. 10/10 would raise a baby goat.
I want one