it's all in the tone.
it's all in the tone. sometimes i imagine what mama jules must have experienced all of those teenage years. two daughters. a ton of tones. god, i hated hearing these words, probably because they were so stinking true, but it really is not what you say, but how you say it. my tone gets angry. quick. and i swear like it's my job. but just a jill job friends. because i don't think it's attractive. i don't think it's helpful. and truthfully, it's all sorts of exhausting. it's a temporary part of my life. it's not forever. a fabulous girl remembers her tone.













