It was my very first time in front of the press. Elvis comforted me by gently taking my hand and assuring me, saying, “It’s gonna be okay, Satnin,” a pet name he called his mother and with which he honored me. —Priscilla Presley
(Source: ladypresley)
Will you ever get out?
Not like I miss you, I’m just worried. You were once my friend, The friend that when we were younger you’d come over and want me to take pictures of you in my backyard, Pretending you were a model. You used to be so beautiful to me, You were one in a million in my eyes. You used to be so many things to me, I held you so close to my heart…a part of me still misses you and a part of me still wants our friendship.
But this is how life is, Things happen for a reason. We are two very different people. I’m living my life, And your rotting in a little cell…
I’ll always have love for you, But other than that. Your not better then the piece of shit that just molested his daughter or beating his wife.
