“I’m just a holy fool”

The scars on my mind are on replay.

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.

No matter how large a horse’s ass you are, to stay by your side until death. A fool could tell you this is a bad deal.

I think that there are points where you become so close to an actor,

If you are prepared to make a fool of yourself for them then you usually get that back.

There was a time when a fool and his money were soon parted, but now it happens to everybody.

Jamie’s gonna go take a break now, and i am going to continue the on-going process of making a fool of myself and go ahead and try it myself.

Don’t work for fools. It’s not worth it.

I’m a realist. And realists don’t fool themselves.

We use words as tools. We forget that words are a repository of the spirit. The tragedy of our times is that the vessels of the spirit are broken.