Honestly, I think that I cheer on anybody who is living their life on their own terms and wearing what they want to wear and representing what they want to represent. I think that no other female artist should be able to tell me to wear less clothes and I’m not gonna tell any other female artist to wear more clothes. You know what I’m saying? As long as it’s their idea, and they’re expressing their sexuality or they’re expressing their strength or it makes them feel like a woman to perform a certain way or dress a certain way. I just think that as long as it’s coming from them and they’re living their life on their own terms, I cheer them on. Honestly.
The first appearance of the morning sun slept across the walls and sheets of my quiet room. Weightless dusts decorate the silence in frozen time.
Little does the world within this room know the chaos that’s inside me. I didn’t sleep, yet somehow the sheets have wrinkled through the night. The thoughts endlessly swirl around my mind in thunderous waves, yet the silence dances on around me. My heart sends bursts of murderous thuds through my chest, yet the sun sleeps perfectly in utter content. I’m in chaos and everything is in order.