"It’s different for you and I. I’m an african american woman. You get to walk around and be mediocre and you still get rewarded with things. We have to be exceptional to get anything in this business." - Omarosa
Every night we sleep on the phone. Around 11:00 we get ready for bed and on the phone. We start off with “goodnight & I love you” and that’s that.
He usually knocks out before me, I catch up on tumblr questions or stalk my favorite British girls on Instagram.
Sometimes I’ll wake him up to make sure he slept with his Durag on or he’ll whisper things into the mic not to startle me and ensure I have good dreams.
The sound of each other breathing makes it easier to sleep…
Around 7 AM he says “good morning” although I’m still asleep he tweets or watches tv until I wake up.
We greet each other and take our showers, then hang up and get out the door to start our days. Usually rounding at about 11 hours and fifteen minutes worth of talk time.
What’s Love Got to Do with It (1993)
this me & Jiah in our old age
"You dont fuck wit Carlos Green. Thats what you DONT do"
lmaoooooo she sounds just like me too! “will you shut the fuck up?” I am in tears. this is definitely us in our old age. fersure.
Lmfaooo. I love them.
LMFAO omggggg that sounds like a few of my patients
"Cuz ya ignant!" I can’t lmao
lmao if i can get to this point with somebody, that’s love
"Everyone is on their best behavior. The fathers pull out their daughters’ chairs and rise when their daughters come back to their seats after being away, manners they learned in their fathering class. Some huddle and share family and schools news. One daughter charms her dad into promising she can have a summer pass to Kings Dominion.
But then “The Wobble” comes on and that gets everyone moving and laughing — for a few minutes, the event turns into a silly, sloppy dance party. “Dad!” Alexis laughs, like any daughter embarrassed by seeing her father busting loose. And then she joins in, jumping forward, leaning to the right and waving her hands in the air.
But when it’s time to leave, even the jail guards, some crying, say they feel the ache. The inmates and their daughters all get their photographs in paper frames to keep.”
Photos by Marvin Joseph, story by Emily Wax