“Being gay is like glitter, it never goes away.”

You have to be unique, and different, and shine in your own way.

Bare your struggles very close to your heart and have them be a part of you that you’re proud of instead of something that you’re ashamed of.

Just remember: I love you, and love yourselves. ’cause, little monsters, you were born that way baby.

I can’t wait to be home with you and our dogs, that’s all I need.

Be kind even if its to yourself.

I’ve always been famous, it’s just no one knew it yet.

Can’t see me cry ever again.

So many will try to destroy me. So many, over and over, coming in periods of greatness. But in this period, I cannot be broken.

For all my love little monsters I am your mom you are my child in my hand i protect you like my eyes but don’t worry I’ll catch you if you fall.

Let the blood and the bruises define your legacy.

Close your eyes and imagine a world without color, then open them and look at the world around you.

A middle finger is more New York than a corporate ambush. I bleed for my hometown, and I’d die for my fans.

Live your eyeliner, breathe your lipstick, and kill for each other.

We are not just Art for Michelangelo to carve, he can’t rewrite the agro of my furied heart.

Fight and push harder for what you believe in, you’d be surprised, you are much stronger than you think.

People ask me why I wear veils. I reply, I am mourning. Mourning what? Well I figure something shitty must be going on somewhere.

Just before darkness comes and light fades, those rare moments where magic is made.

As the last cold drops of rain splattered across my face; I watched the dark, ominous clouds fade away; undressing an amalgam of exquisite colors. My soul blushed. The rainbow was warm, beautiful, and poetic. Like a love letter from god.

Ripples in the water slowly fade away they make way for the larger waves that stay.

He is living on a diminishing hope that good things await him in the future. A hope that promises a sense of contentment even though the scars from the past might never fade away.

Life is a lonely journey. We expect and even believe that someone will always be there for us, but that illusion fades away with age and time.

The sky is on fire I am, too cigarette burns on my faded tattoo.

She is fading she is falling she is flying.

We’re the mirror of the cosmos, where stars collapse, born, and fade in unison.