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@dawsynisms-blog
@dawsynbarnett: she’s puckering up for kisses cause aunt heather has ice cream
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EZRA: i was told on several occasions that all the fun stopped once you got married.
EZRA: sounds like they were wrong
dawsyn: our marriage is definitely full of fun.
Favorite memories?
“when i had booker. it was halloween, my favorite holiday. i was pissed because i went into labor the night before and it was excruciating, so not only was i in pain, but i was in pain on my favorite fucking holiday. so fast forward to pushing time. i planned on a home birth, so i didn’t bother going to the hospital. i let my midwife know when i went into labor and she said to call her once my contractions got to two minutes apart or my water broke, whichever came first. she lives literally five minutes away. so, my water breaks. i call her. i’m already on my bed, on my knees, holding onto the headboard because jordan’s pushing my hips together because have you ever had your hips separate? that shit hurts. anyways. i get the urge to push, so i do. and i’m already crowning. so jordan makes me turn around, but i told him i was staying on my knees and there wasn’t a damn thing he could do about it, so he was like “fuck okay fine damn, just turn to me so i can catch me baby” so that’s what i did. i’m pretty sure i could have broken his shoulders from all the pressure. anyways... his plan is to catch her, right? when he reaches to hold her head while i’m trying to force her shoulders out, he freaks the fuck out and is like “oh my god, she’s so slimy, oh my god, gross”. like... i’m the one expelling amniotic fluid every time i push, but the baby is the gross part? get real, girly girl. anyways... he’s like “i can’t do it, i’m gonna throw up” and by this point i’m ignoring him and just trying to get booker the fuck out of me because do you know how comfortable it is to have a baby hanging half way out of your vagina? it’s not. so now i’m holding my partially born baby under the arms and i push and pull, and that was that. she was born. and like, after she was out, EVERYTHING came out. like, everything. so there i am, kneeling in blood, amniotic fluid and a placenta and jordan was white in the face because he’s really queasy so he ends up running to the bathroom, puking the entire way, and everything was chaotic as fuck because he was throwing up, i was sitting in my literal insides, and i was sobbing, but everything was okay because my baby was in my arms, on my chest and already nursing because she was fat from the get go. then my midwife comes in and was like “alright, what did i miss?” and that’s what you missed on glee.”
Five facts about yourself
“i intentionally gave the girls boy-ish names to suffer with me. i gave birth on my knees. i actually delivered my own baby, do those two count as one? i think it should. i have naturally really pretty curls but they’re really hard to deal with so i straighten my hair every day. my sister saved my life several times — literally did cpr and everything. and… i watch grey’s anatomy over and over again because i keep fucking forgetting what happens.”
who's the dorkiest child in the bunch?
“definitely joey.”
are you happy with your life?
“extremely.”
Tell us more about your husband
“what do you wanna know? ask and i’ll answer if it’s not too personal (he’s kind of a wimp about personal shit).”
What excites you?
“when booker manages to say a new word. like, over the top “oh my god baby, you said it!” excited. i never used to be like this. i never used to get excited over dumb stuff like that. and then i started taking care of joey, and i was kinda “oh new word, awesome” but with booker i get excited over stupid shit. this is all booker’s fault. booker did this to me.”
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isabel: yeah, wrong number here.
isabel: i'd probably stay away from the whole daddy complex but sure.
dawsyn: it's not a complex lmao
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Scott: Um.....okay?
Scott: Whatever the f**k that was?
dawsyn: it was OBVIOUSLY me texting the wrong number
dawsyn: did you seriously just asterisk 'fuck'?
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terry: wouldn't send it to your husband wtf girl that's weak ass game
terry: good for you and your husband though
dawsyn: i may have "weak ass game" but... i'm married... so...
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Keegan: nuffin to be ashamed about darlin'. Express yourself. Not to me but to someone else sureeeee.
dawsyn: if i was ashamed donyou honestly think i would have texted that shit? i’m not ashamed of my kinks
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Keegan: Do you have a daddy kink or something? Cos me too. Ayye.
dawsyn: maybe.
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Clayton: damn, i got excited.
Clayton: don't worry i won't tell no one.
dawsyn: already showed my husband he almost died laughing like “what if that was a thirteen year old boy you just gave a boner to do you feel dirty now” 🙄
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EZRA: smooth.
EZRA: was that for the beau or something. cute
dawsyn: for the husband.
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Terry: Well apparently you just did
Terry: Should I keep this for blackmail material whoever you are?
dawsyn: i mean you can but i already showed my husband and he thought it was fucking hilarious