"Fox Force Five." Fox, as in we’re a bunch of foxy chicks. Force, as in we’re a force to be reckoned with. Five, as in there’s one..two …three..four..five of us.
Pulp Fiction (1994) vs. Kill Bill vol. 1 (2003)
Out of the recent: “I want to paint pudgy birds in succulents because green and pink” paintings, this is probably my favourite.
…These little guys are just begging me to make them out of clay and paint them.
"She was filled with regret before she died. She felt like she’d failed us as a mother tremendously."
"Did she say something to you about it?"
"She never said anything, so I don’t have any tangible proof that she had regrets. But she had a very bad substance abuse problem. And I know she always wanted to be a good mother. So I separate my mom from her disease. I always imagine that my mom and an alcoholic were living in the same body. And I know that my mom loved us. And that she hated the alcoholic."