Here you leave today and enter the world of yesterday, tomorrow, and fantasy.
Fame is a vapor, popularity is an accident, riches take wings, those who cheer today may curse tomorrow and only one thing endures - character.
I am a self-diagnosed past addict. I pine for lost love. I think incessantly about love I never had, love I really want to have, love I’ll never have.
Good girls go to heaven and bad girls go everywhere.
Destruction is a form of creation.
I am trying—I am trying to explore my unconscious wishes and fears, trying to lift the barrier of repression, of self-deception, that controls my everyday self.