This was my mom's crucifix. She's gone now, and I'm not really religious, but I keep it because it was hers. I need to get a chain for it or smth idk. Also. I'll have been in TX for almost a year in September, and I'm more homesick than ever. Random pics of NYC literally make me cry.
Protip: no one in the south gives a shit about your hair, ever. If you're going to bum out with it, this would be the place. Anything else is a waste of money.
You know what else is awesome? That I was at a loss for what to get my manager for the Secret Santa exchange, and ended up getting him a bottle of vodka.
