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 is in the sky, in the street.
I imposed black; it still going strong today, for black wipes out everything else around
The best colour in the whole world is the one that looks good on you.
Fashion fades, only style remains the same.
"Where should I apply Perfume?" a young lady asked. "Where you want to be kissed."