Goodbye, my almost lover
Goodbye, my hopeless dream
I’m trying not to think about you
Can’t you just let me be?
So long, my luckless romance
My back is turned on you
Should’ve known you’d bring me heartache
Almost lovers always do
—  A Fine Frenzy

Here, have some ‘Goddesses Of Creation’ Icons - Vanessa Bayer, Kristen Wiig and Kate McKinnon

 (I am in love with this SNL Sketch…oml…and these are my icons so please don’t take credit - feel free to use them though :D)

You know what, yes I do sleep around,“ She lifts her head higher and holds his gaze. "I drink too much whiskey, and kiss too many strangers. I wake up in the morning sometimes and have no idea where I am. But that is my choice, because for one moment I can forget.” Her voice begins to quiver, tears shine in the eyes he once loved. “I can forget about you, and for one moment I am wanted by someone, I’m loved for my body and right now that’s enough," 
A tear escapes, leaving a trail of black on her cheek. 
"Because I am not ready to be loved for anything else. I gave everything I had to you and I have to create it all again.
—  excerpt from the book i’ll never write

ok but Joyce Byers is literally mom goals.

Your son goes missing, you crash through protocol to get straight to the chief of police. Yell. Make him understand. Go OFF.

The phone rings. it’s breathing. HIS breathing. You know cause he’s your baby. You’ve listened to him breath since the moment he was born. Inhale. Exhale. It’s him.

The lights start misbehaving. You notice, cause your in-tune. You can FEEL your kid. Follow them.

Speak to him, build the wall of lights and DON’T GIVE A FUCK who thinks you are crazy because they don’t matter. You boy does. He needs you despite all of this being so far out side the realm of normality and logic. Fuck Logic. 

You kid is in DANGER. 

So you get your weapons. TEAR HOLES IN THE WALLS CAUSE HES IN THERE SOMEWHERE. You refuse to accept anything less than him safe. Not his body. Not dead. No, because you KNOW. 

Follow the clues, follow the signs. Get help for Hop, FUCK the people who look at you weird. 

Go OFF on the grey haired Mouth breather who you KNOW is the reason for all of this. You want to tear him apart with your rage.

WALK THROUGH A PORTAL TO ANOTHER DIMENSION, no idea whats in there, no idea what monster could tear you to shreds. It don’t matter. Your boy is in there. Get him. 

Bring him home and he’s alive and you did it all, despite the world against you.

That is mom goals. 

When separate I feel you, but
when together we are like
magnets pushed apart.
I don’t understand this dance.
You admit your feelings for me, but
no further.
I am standing on a wire
because I don’t know where you are,
or where you intend to be.
I am willing to jump and
you know this, but
you keep the ledge just out of reach.
What do I do next?
—  Where Are You // R.R.