So I slap on that smile and pretend everything’s okay even though it’s not.
Power changes everything till it is difficult to say who are the heroes and who the villains.
And that is how change happens. One gesture. One person. One moment at a time.
I’ve had so many bikini waxes, I cry every time I see a Popsicle stick.
I love you for who you are, not who the world thinks you should be.
In a world like this one, only the random makes sense.
What kind of person doesn’t let you have gummi bears?
And now I would like the ERA passed, please. Also, this lipstick is fuckin’ killer.
I should never be left alone with my mind for too long.
Robot. Is. Sad. Because silly bitch. Will. Not. Dance.