Adornment, What A Science! Beauty, What A

Jump Out The Window If You Are The Object Of Passion. Flee It If You Feel It. Passion Goes, Boredom Remains.

Modesty Is The Highest Elegance

I'm So Sick Of Immaturity, Of Name-calling, Of Labels, Of Gossip, Of High School. It Doesn't Make Sense Anymore, And I Find Myself Being Nice To People That I Want To Strangle.

Fashion Is Not Simply A Matter Of Clothes. Fashion Is In The Air, Born Upon The Wind. One Intuits It. It Is In The Sky And On The Road.

Fashion Fades, Only Style Remains The Same.