Can you imagine what it’s like to have a baby?
What it’s like for someone to call you baby?
To be a baby?
Baby is an endearing term, but it encompasses such scary new things. New love, new life.
It cried and cried and cried some more. No one really knew what for. They tried milk, they tried honey, heck they even tried large sums of money. Nothing seemed to appease the child, until one day they woke up and realized that it was actually a Furby, meaning it’s demands stemmed not from reason but the inevitable and ever-present chaos this universe puts itself through.
Woman are fetus machines, cranking them out day after day, the wailing mess of flesh, we are forced to love them, to nurture them, they suck away our lives while we create theirs. fetus machine.
I once was an infant, we all were and then we grow up trying to find ourselves and we just get hurt by anything and everyone, holding an infant takes us back to the time when everything was bliss. Please hold me. We can go back together.
I don’t have a baby. My cousin just had a baby. She is my age. Makes me wonder if I will ever be lucky enough to experience being a mother, I have heard it truly is life-changing. I can imagine it making me reevaluate what is important in life.
Baby, Hey Baby! Funny I got CPR certified today and holler Baby, Hey Baby at a mannequin baby. That’s all. It was weird, since I have more time to kill, to tap a fake baby and scream Baby, Hey Baby.
babies are cute and giggly many people love them but me well, lets just say I’m a bit different. What is it with them that makes everyone’s heart melt. I mean there just a smaller version of a human. Oh no I think I’m beginning to like them too. Too cute!
The baby cried and screamed and kicked all through the night. Bloody murder said it’s screams. My eyes cannot shut, my ears cannot stop. The child will not be quieted. I cannot comfort it, crying and crying and crying.
He had a very unique way of looking at things around himself. I found it funny, but there was something in it that attracted me, I would often ask for his insights into the very grave matters of life, his explanation would always be very simple, yet, to a thinking mind, it would have a very deep inner meaning; I failed to fathom the depths of this logic, yet, this kid, would always make me think.
I can’t take this space. I thought I wanted more but even astronauts will tell you that too much space will make it hard to breathe. you’re my oxygen, baby. and I’m suffocating without you near me.
Baby baby baby. I can’t remember what movie that’s from but there you go. I’m SO frustrated today I don’t want to handle it. I suppose the only up-side to it all is that I DON’T have a baby to contend with. Silver linings, right?
Can’t we think of anything more clever?
Originality is not our flavor of love.
It’s all been done and said before,
So why not make use of old words?
They serve us well, remind us
We’re creating something
Beautiful, not something new.
he was a man that you could never believe was a child. never once was he held tender to a breast, cooed gently to sleep. no. he was much too harsh to have ever been shown love. i pitied and admired him. for not knowing love held him in reverence to all those around, and built him up, strong as stone.
baby is in the bath, waiting patiently for the mother thats passed out on the couch exhausted from the life she now has with her cousin that married her for papers and then fell hard
I should stop writing drunk, baby. I should give you what you deserve. Come over here, baby, let me breathe you in and let me drink you. Baby, you are everything I’ve never asked for, and I want you, baby. You get me drunk, honey, sweetheart, and I want you. I should stop drinking you so hard and I should write sober. But you just fill me up, baby. You just get me drunk.
She was a baby. Just a little baby pup. Barely even old enough. To leave her mother and her love. But she felt ready, and so she ventured out, with a leap and a scream and a shout.
It’s always hard when the time comes, but we have to trust our teaching will pay off in the long-run.
The baby was crying. She couldn’t take it anymore. The tears kept streaming down her face at an alarming rate. She was in over her head trying to play a role that wasn’t her’s in the first place. She stopped crying and raised her head
Baby, it can mean so many different things. It could be a new start, a commitment with the one you love. To bring new life into the world. It can also bring someone’s world crumbling down. It could be a total accident that can leave you alone and pushes into the grown up world before you’re ready. Ripping your world apart until you an embarrassment to the world, left in the cold to be judged by society.
Small child, little, hand, new to the world, and new to the land, learn well my child and all will be right. Don’t forget to tell your parents good night. Because if you die before you wake don’t regret a single day.
she’s my baby, my child. she said. you can’t take her away from me, she’s all my world, all i am.
we can pay you. he said. we can make you rich beyond your wildest dreams.
no. she said. not now. not ever.
The time that my best friend had her baby and she looked exactly as my friend did as a child. It’s so cute to see her now that shes older, such personality. I loved seeing her in the dress that my grandma made for me when i was her age.
toes and hair and fucking membranes first then a life and a soul and spirit becomes of something so small. artificial insemination. so many methods to bring and create life why when the world is too fucked for a new untainted soul? or is that just what it needs?
toes and hair and fucking membranes first then a life and a soul and spirit becomes of something so small. artificial insemination. so many methods to bring and create life why when the world is too fucked for a new untainted soul? or is that just what it needs?
My parents always said that I was an easy baby. With only my uncontrollable older brother to compare me to, who can blame them? I was quiet—always reserved.
I was unnaturally stoic for a baby. If something upset me, I learned from an early age how to keep my displeasure to myself. I haven’t seen a single picture of myself as an infant smiling. I merely stare into the camera lens, black brows furrowed over my dark eyes and mouth permanently turned down in a frown of childish puzzlement.
And this, I think, was the earliest indication of the sort of person I would turn out to be.
A baby is a precious creature that two parents, willing or not, bring into this world. Some, when they grow up, are loved and some are not loved, some love their parents and some would rather see them jump off a bridge. “Baby” can be used in more than one way, a baby can be a child or can be a nickname for someone’s girlfriend or boyfriend.
I screaming little child that is just born. Most people have been exposed to babies sometime in their life. Every one is born as a baby usually all being very very cute and chubby.
a baby is annoying and cries and throws up a lot and sometimes they can be cute, but mostly not. a baby is expensive and ungrateful and loud. a baby is small and innocent and life and beauty. a baby is a gift and a curse. a baby
Oh baby. My mother’s reaction whenever I drag into the house with a scabbed, bloody knee. My boyfriend’s reaction when I walk in in a pair of stiliettos. Connotation is an interesting thing. :)
Babies. I know the word is baby but I think babies. I’m never sure if I find them more disturbing or cute. I mean, here they are, being all adorable, when they just broke their mom’s vag. They just stopped being a parasite, and yet, instinctually, we love them, because they are us. So, essentially, we all suck. We are all things that have to be a parasite of another of our kind to survive the first bits of our life. And we are unwarrantedly cute.
my mother is having her 10th child. babies are supposed to be things to celebrate. i’m alone in my selfishness. a big sister 9 times over? too much feels. i don’t live at home. they don’t know me. and it breaks my heart. they think i’m some mother figure who comes over occasionally.
‘Baby’, that’s what we named her–small gray bird, actually, she was named after a neighborhood bulldog named Baby…wasn’t until ten years later that we found out that ‘she’ was a ‘he’–oh well.
Can you imagine what it’s like to have a baby?
What it’s like for someone to call you baby?
To be a baby?
Baby is an endearing term, but it encompasses such scary new things. New love, new life.
It cried and cried and cried some more. No one really knew what for. They tried milk, they tried honey, heck they even tried large sums of money. Nothing seemed to appease the child, until one day they woke up and realized that it was actually a Furby, meaning it’s demands stemmed not from reason but the inevitable and ever-present chaos this universe puts itself through.
Woman are fetus machines, cranking them out day after day, the wailing mess of flesh, we are forced to love them, to nurture them, they suck away our lives while we create theirs. fetus machine.
I once was an infant, we all were and then we grow up trying to find ourselves and we just get hurt by anything and everyone, holding an infant takes us back to the time when everything was bliss. Please hold me. We can go back together.
I don’t have a baby. My cousin just had a baby. She is my age. Makes me wonder if I will ever be lucky enough to experience being a mother, I have heard it truly is life-changing. I can imagine it making me reevaluate what is important in life.
Baby, Hey Baby! Funny I got CPR certified today and holler Baby, Hey Baby at a mannequin baby. That’s all. It was weird, since I have more time to kill, to tap a fake baby and scream Baby, Hey Baby.
cute little creature. Why gay guys cannot adopt babies in so many countries?
babies are cute and giggly many people love them but me well, lets just say I’m a bit different. What is it with them that makes everyone’s heart melt. I mean there just a smaller version of a human. Oh no I think I’m beginning to like them too. Too cute!
The baby cried and screamed and kicked all through the night. Bloody murder said it’s screams. My eyes cannot shut, my ears cannot stop. The child will not be quieted. I cannot comfort it, crying and crying and crying.
He had a very unique way of looking at things around himself. I found it funny, but there was something in it that attracted me, I would often ask for his insights into the very grave matters of life, his explanation would always be very simple, yet, to a thinking mind, it would have a very deep inner meaning; I failed to fathom the depths of this logic, yet, this kid, would always make me think.
I wanted to pet the baby elephant but shied away from doing so at the last moment
I can’t take this space. I thought I wanted more but even astronauts will tell you that too much space will make it hard to breathe. you’re my oxygen, baby. and I’m suffocating without you near me.
Baby baby baby. I can’t remember what movie that’s from but there you go. I’m SO frustrated today I don’t want to handle it. I suppose the only up-side to it all is that I DON’T have a baby to contend with. Silver linings, right?
Can’t we think of anything more clever?
Originality is not our flavor of love.
It’s all been done and said before,
So why not make use of old words?
They serve us well, remind us
We’re creating something
Beautiful, not something new.
he was a man that you could never believe was a child. never once was he held tender to a breast, cooed gently to sleep. no. he was much too harsh to have ever been shown love. i pitied and admired him. for not knowing love held him in reverence to all those around, and built him up, strong as stone.
Baby hand. never rough only sweet. baby feet. not indian feet. I want a baby. for me to keep.
baby is in the bath, waiting patiently for the mother thats passed out on the couch exhausted from the life she now has with her cousin that married her for papers and then fell hard
I should stop writing drunk, baby. I should give you what you deserve. Come over here, baby, let me breathe you in and let me drink you. Baby, you are everything I’ve never asked for, and I want you, baby. You get me drunk, honey, sweetheart, and I want you. I should stop drinking you so hard and I should write sober. But you just fill me up, baby. You just get me drunk.
oooh baby baby its a wild world. Wild like the Jungles of old. The world needs more babies like the jungles need less animals.
An expected blesssing.
Love in manifestation.
The joy of my life.
She was a baby. Just a little baby pup. Barely even old enough. To leave her mother and her love. But she felt ready, and so she ventured out, with a leap and a scream and a shout.
It’s always hard when the time comes, but we have to trust our teaching will pay off in the long-run.
The baby was crying. She couldn’t take it anymore. The tears kept streaming down her face at an alarming rate. She was in over her head trying to play a role that wasn’t her’s in the first place. She stopped crying and raised her head
innocent, beautiful, small, adorable, nieve, life, new, begining, health, toes, fingers, hair, eyes, nose, perfect, proud, huggable,
Baby, it can mean so many different things. It could be a new start, a commitment with the one you love. To bring new life into the world. It can also bring someone’s world crumbling down. It could be a total accident that can leave you alone and pushes into the grown up world before you’re ready. Ripping your world apart until you an embarrassment to the world, left in the cold to be judged by society.
Small child, little, hand, new to the world, and new to the land, learn well my child and all will be right. Don’t forget to tell your parents good night. Because if you die before you wake don’t regret a single day.
she’s my baby, my child. she said. you can’t take her away from me, she’s all my world, all i am.
we can pay you. he said. we can make you rich beyond your wildest dreams.
no. she said. not now. not ever.
The time that my best friend had her baby and she looked exactly as my friend did as a child. It’s so cute to see her now that shes older, such personality. I loved seeing her in the dress that my grandma made for me when i was her age.
toes and hair and fucking membranes first then a life and a soul and spirit becomes of something so small. artificial insemination. so many methods to bring and create life why when the world is too fucked for a new untainted soul? or is that just what it needs?
toes and hair and fucking membranes first then a life and a soul and spirit becomes of something so small. artificial insemination. so many methods to bring and create life why when the world is too fucked for a new untainted soul? or is that just what it needs?
My parents always said that I was an easy baby. With only my uncontrollable older brother to compare me to, who can blame them? I was quiet—always reserved.
I was unnaturally stoic for a baby. If something upset me, I learned from an early age how to keep my displeasure to myself. I haven’t seen a single picture of myself as an infant smiling. I merely stare into the camera lens, black brows furrowed over my dark eyes and mouth permanently turned down in a frown of childish puzzlement.
And this, I think, was the earliest indication of the sort of person I would turn out to be.
A baby is a precious creature that two parents, willing or not, bring into this world. Some, when they grow up, are loved and some are not loved, some love their parents and some would rather see them jump off a bridge. “Baby” can be used in more than one way, a baby can be a child or can be a nickname for someone’s girlfriend or boyfriend.
I screaming little child that is just born. Most people have been exposed to babies sometime in their life. Every one is born as a baby usually all being very very cute and chubby.
a baby is annoying and cries and throws up a lot and sometimes they can be cute, but mostly not. a baby is expensive and ungrateful and loud. a baby is small and innocent and life and beauty. a baby is a gift and a curse. a baby
belleza, amor, cariños, mimos, simpleza, dulzura,felicidad, alegria, paz, calor, bondad,silencio, armonia
You and me –
We’re two birds of a feather.
And, baby,
We were born to fly.
Oh baby. My mother’s reaction whenever I drag into the house with a scabbed, bloody knee. My boyfriend’s reaction when I walk in in a pair of stiliettos. Connotation is an interesting thing. :)
I am a baby. WAAAAAA. I cry when I want. I poop when I want. Only my Id controls me. I have no sense of measurement or object permanence.
Babies. I know the word is baby but I think babies. I’m never sure if I find them more disturbing or cute. I mean, here they are, being all adorable, when they just broke their mom’s vag. They just stopped being a parasite, and yet, instinctually, we love them, because they are us. So, essentially, we all suck. We are all things that have to be a parasite of another of our kind to survive the first bits of our life. And we are unwarrantedly cute.
my mother is having her 10th child. babies are supposed to be things to celebrate. i’m alone in my selfishness. a big sister 9 times over? too much feels. i don’t live at home. they don’t know me. and it breaks my heart. they think i’m some mother figure who comes over occasionally.
‘Baby’, that’s what we named her–small gray bird, actually, she was named after a neighborhood bulldog named Baby…wasn’t until ten years later that we found out that ‘she’ was a ‘he’–oh well.