Life is a velvet crowbar hitting you over the head, youre bleeding syrup amour, bleeding to death.

I mainly let my imagination be my reality. Fantasy is my reality.

High heels off; I'm feeling alive.

I'm like a child who belongs to nobody.

I pretend I'm not hurt, I walk about the world like I'm having fun.

Who belonged to no one, who belonged to everyone. Who had nothing, who wanted everything.

I’ve been really blessed to have a lot of romance in my life. It’s like my last luxury.