I haven't seen much talk about this show's characters' MBTI types, so I'm curious as to what you guys think about them. Please put some sort of a warning if there are spoilers, as I'm currently only on season 2. What do you think the characters' types are?
This year, California is employing over 4,000 inmates (including juveniles) to fight fires, and paying them almost nothing! Just curious if anyone else finds this to be a problem...
Here are just some issues I have with this:
-Inmates seem to be the new slaves. Using slave labor creates the...
My biological mom went to prison for armed robbery; she used a butcher knife, held it to the throat of another bar patron, in an alley, on the east side of Cleveland, Ohio back in the mid-1950s.
There were no public defenders then, not for another couple of years.
She was an...
So today I've been doing a lot of self reflecting and general overall thinking, and i thought up the few instances that my honesty has gotten me in trouble so i was wondering whats the most trouble you've been in because of something you've said?
I accidentally called a guy a rapist...
I have been to the black hole
And seen its bottomless misery
Witnessed its plague of apathy
Fell victim to its lethargy
I have been to the bridewell
And heard its iron clink behind me
Trapped in the darkness
Where no one cared to find me
I have carried the burden of storm clouds
That hover and...
Growing up my father was (and is) distant, abusive, and a terrible substance user. I've always been closer with my mother who in an obvious way I inherited more personality traits from. Both being type 4s we are both very creative and romantic and this is what made our bond as I grew up. She has...
These walls can be a coffin
Floating in shallow water
I don't get to move that often
Compressed by agitation
Longing for liberation
Inhibited by isolation
The fear of moving
The panic upon being seen
Through word of mouth they cement you
Into bricks to build...
Corrosive bleach people
Threaten to thin my skin
Burning flesh with their acid
Stirring waves upon the placid
Blunt force trauma from their sharp knife punctures
Causing more drama than is needed at this juncture
Leaving letters on my door saying things you said before
Leaving dents upon my door...
There's a prison cell in every corridor of his mind
And in each cell a lonely soul who's long been left behind
He can't escape his life, all around him iron bars
Head to toe each day the mirror still shows scars
He longs to be just like you and go freely in the night
Without fear of those around...