I'm so sick of immaturity, of name-calling, of labels, of gossip, of high school. It doesn't make sense anymore, and I find myself being nice to people that I want to strangle.

Fashion fades, only style remains the same.

Arrogance is in everything I do. It is in my gestures, the harshness of my voice, in the glow of my gaze, in my sinewy, tormented face.

God knows I wanted love... but the moment I had to choose between the man I loved and my dresses... I chose the dresses

I was the one who changed, it wasn't fashion. I was the one who was in fashion.

If you are sad, if you are heartbroken, make yourself up, dress up, add more lipstick and attack.

A girl should be two things: classy and fabulous.