lately I've been having dreams that seem like reality, & realities that seem like dreams... & I kinda have trouble separating the 2. maybe it's a sign of going crazy...

I'm reading W magazine right now... & still I wonder why I couldn't be one of the beautiful, exotic, tall girls that grace these pages. not even to be looked at as a person as beautiful, but to become a work of art. the world of art... & modeling... is a world so many people put down & I find it beautiful, & intriguing, it's all it's own artform, but I guess because people are willing to starve themselves for it it's wrong.
people do questionable things for their profession everyday, why is modeling put in the spot light?
I've noticed as I grow older, art becomes the more the enemy everyday.
art is only expression, so is it wrong for us to express? in today's society it is. they say we've progressed but, we're still all expected to not say certain things & I

tipsy off reason.

the coolest nigga... what?

i loooooooooooooooove Luuuuuuuuuupe. so happy i went to Springfest.

YOUNG MULA BABY!

hmm... females get your shit together. sometimes I'm fucking embarrassed to be one of you. truly embarassed. & if you're real about your shit I love the fuck outta you because apparently it's the hardest thing to do in this world. clearly.
get over yourself Hannah Montana number 895337! you're programmed. you're clones. & you need to get the fuck over yourself because,
"God don't like ugly, aint to happy bout pretty."