Careless Quotes

“I packed all these little things into a box and I tucked them away somewhere I would never have to think about them ever again. Somewhere the couldn’t hurt me. Somewhere they couldn’t make me hurt myself.”
― Kirsty Capes, Careless

“Who died and made you Cher? I ask her.”
― Kirsty Capes, Careless

“says Ashford”
― Kirsty Capes, Careless

“How do you know whether you're going to be a good mother when you never knew your own? How do you know even if you do?”
― Kirsty Capes, Careless

“We're all going to die one day. There's no point in being afraid of it”
― Kirsty Capes, Careless

“I wonder how many of these houses are just cages for mums looking after their kids, how many of them are trapped here (...)”
― Kirsty Capes, Careless

“You're letting him define you. Don't do that. Don't ever let a boy - don't let anyone define you. You should learn yourself first before you learn another person”
― Kirsty Capes, Careless

“And I think, she tried her best, I really believe that, but there's something wrong with being in care, the care system, and it's to do with making us into a transaction (..). It's not right, how we're treated like a job. There's too much emotional labour involved.”
― Kirsty Capes, Careless

“Esh told me that when she was little, she realised crying doesn't make racists feel sorry for you. So you have to be tough instead. Sometimes I think l've got things bad, and then I hear what people call Eshal to her face, in the broad light of day, and I think, fuck that. She's the strongest person I know”
― Kirsty Capes, Careless

“I just don’t understand how people can be that fucking ignorant and not be, like, brain-dead from lack of cognitive function.”
― Kirsty Capes, Careless

“After the shower, I can still feel it coming, the scream, so I go downstairs into the living room, and I clamp my hands over my mouth because I know that if I start, I won't be able to stop. I can feel my eyes prickling and there is this horrible leftover soap taste in my mouth. Lavender. I look around the living room, at the photographs on the windowsill. I’m not in any of them – only Rory, Lisa and Clarissa.”
― Kirsty Capes, Careless