| Some days you’re the pigeon, some days you’re the statue. Just keep in mind both serve a purpose, so no matter what, you matter. |
| You’d rather slide down a mountain of razor blades naked into a pool of rubbing alcohol that mess with my Amy. |
Last night you slept under a blanket of freedom stitched together by death service and lives of our soldiers
My daughter told me she changing the passwords to her email and twitter so I couldn’t get in. I said ok and I am changing the locks to the front door
| Life’s lesson #192: You can turn a housewife into a whore, but you can never turn a whore into a housewife. |