the only domestic instinct my parents have managed to pass on to me is the tendency to hoard multiple plastic bags in another plastic bag despite the fact that I will probably never need this many plastic bags in my adult life
Trying to find an outfit for visits:
- Something that makes my butt look good. (but not too tight)
- Something that shows a little boob crack. (but not too low cut)
- Something that’s not see-through.
- Something that wont set off the metal detector.
- Something he’s never seen before.
- Nothing too short.
Welp. That narrows it down.
"If you look at the fact that you have a roof over your head, food to eat, that you are young and beautiful and live in a peaceful land, then no, you have nothing to be sad about. But the fact is, we are not only a physical body, we have souls too, and sometimes our souls get sick. If you break a leg you don’t just say ‘I have no reason to have a broken leg’ and ignore it; you seek help. It’s the same when your soul gets hurt. Don’t apologize for being sad."
"Cigarettes didn’t phase me, cuts didn’t scare me, drugs didn’t need me but god I went an hour without you and I finally realized what addiction was like"
"if you had a friend who spoke to you in the same way you sometimes speak to yourself, how long would you allow that person to be your friend?"
I decided I am deleting my Tumblr account.
I would really like to stay in contact with the prison wives…please send me a message with and email or your phone number if you would like to keep in touch.