this format was made by partie! please only use this for your QUOTES on WITTYPROFILES.COM and do not remove ANY part of the credit; that includes this credit right here and any credit that follows (c) partie cruel mothers are still mothers. they make us wars. they make us revolution. they teach us the truth. early. mothers are humans. who sometimes give birth to their pain. instead of children.
what massacre happens to my son between him living within my skin. drinking my cells. my water. my organs. and his soft psyche turning cruel. does he not remember he is half woman. —from
Nicole🙊* posted a quote
August 20, 2015 1:38pm UTC
When you're dealt a crappy situation, you think to yourself, at least it can't get any worse then this. And then life slaps you upside the head for being so naĂŻve.
*Tori Leigh* posted a quote
January 21, 2014 11:26pm UTC
So I was talking to a friend here on witty and I was talking to her about the combination of bath salts and body butter and how awesome they are and I basically sent her a paragraph telling her about them and at the very end I compared what my skin was like afterwards and I literally said: "your skin will be glowing like fcking radioactive baby butts"
Dishonored* posted a quote
January 10, 2014 11:35am UTC
One time, my mom made soup (wow, my mom can cook?) and she made it seriously under- seasoned, so I took the lid off of this huge freaking pot of soup, grabbed the salt shaker, and violently started shaking it up and down, maniacally yelling "SOOODIUUUUMMMM!!!!" while looking her dead in the eyes. She hid the salt for a couple of days, she still under-seasons the soup, and my family refers to that moment anytime I use salt for anything. I wish I was joking.
happiest* posted a quote
December 8, 2013 1:51pm UTC
if i ever had a ghost problem, i’m gonna first make a circle out of glue and then sprinkle salt onto the glue HAHAH GHOSTS TRY AND BLOW THE SALT AWAY NOW YOU TURDS
fool's gold* posted a quote
August 24, 2013 10:04pm UTC
Come on skinny love just last the year. Pour a little salts WE WERE NEVER HERE. MY, MY, MY, my, my, my, my, my. Staring at the sink of blood and crushed veneer. I tell my love to wreck it all, cut out all the ropes and let me fall. My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my. Right in the moment. ♥