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

I’m just a holy fool

I’m a free bitch baby.

It’s cooler to be strong.

I want the deepest, darkest, sickest parts of you that you are afraid to share with anyone because I love you that much.

They can’t scare me, if I scare them first.

Do you know the feeling, when your heart is so hurt, that you could feel the blood dripping?

The Monster Ball is by nature a protest: A youth church experience to speak out and celebrate against all forms of discrimination + prejudice.

I remember watching the mascara tears flood the ivories and I thought, It’s OK to be sad. I’ve been trained to love my darkness.

Cause it’s a hard life, with love in the world. and i’m a hard girl, loving me is like chewing on pearls.

I want you to walk out of here tonight not loving me more, but loving yourselves more.

It’s hard knowing who to trust with your personal life. When you cry in your room at night, you don’t always know who to call.

Dirty pony, I can’t wait to hose you down.

To everyone who says this is wrong to feel like this say, ‘I was born this way baby.

I’m telling you a lie in a vicious effort that you will repeat my lie over and over until it becomes true

When I wake up in the morning, I feel like any other insecure 24-year-old girl. Then I say,’Bitch, you’re Lady Gaga, you get up and walk the walk today.

All that ever holds somebody back, I think, is fear. For a minute I had fear. Then I went into the dressing room and shot my fear in the face.

Only take someone’s hand in a certain way, even look into their eyes in a certain way, and the world is changed forever.

From the moment when, staring into the eyes of a chimpanzee, I saw a thinking, reasoning personality looking back.

Love me through your eyes and let your skin follow.

A heartful mind can always see better than mindless eyes.

He worked very hard, till nothing lived in him but his eyes.

I had never been at peace with my own reflection until I saw it in your eyes.

Mr. President, it is natural to man to indulge in the illusions of hope. We are apt to shut our eyes against a painful truth, and listen to the song of that siren till she transforms us into beasts.

The least I can do is speak out for the hundreds of chimpanzees who, right now, sit hunched, miserable and without hope, staring out with dead eyes from their metal prisons. They cannot speak for themselves.