Today I have come to the realization that either, I’m just not cut out for children, or my friends are just jumping the gun. Everyone from my childhood is either gay, a man, or has children. Going through all of my social media outlets there’s nothing but baby fever. Everybody’s pregnant or is gushing over their babies. It kind of makes me feel like I’m slacking. Or maybe I’m just not cut out for this whole “family” business. I find comfort in this time by remembering that Garfunkel and Oats are with me in this. Thank you for the song that feeds my days with smiles.
Pregnant women are smug.
"Holy mother of Mary Shelley!"
"What the Tolkien?"
"By Victor Hugo’s spare underpants!"
"Jesus, Mary and Joseph Conrad!"
"Pardon my Molière, but I don’t give a Faulkner."
ah yes. hello spn fandom. welcome to this post.