What do you care
Coffee, Rain, Jack the Ripper, Charles Manson, The Mayans, Ancient Aliens, Besty Johnson,Rings, Blowpops, skittles, long hair, red hair, knee high socks, Fashion, Frank ocean, the model world, London, 1950's clothing style, grunge clothing, black nail polish, anything cute and fluffy, anything science related, reading,NASA,cigarettes, My best friend, Maryjane, Heels, Beach Hats, New York City, and anyone who can put up with my shit.
"It’s a new era in fashion - there are no rules. It’s all about the individual and personal style, wearing high-end, low-end, classic labels, and up-and-coming designers all together."
“I came from a struggling family: my aunt raised all six of us with tough love. She knew that as we grew older we were going to have to go through everything she told us about. She died when I was 13, and everything she said turned out to be absolutely true. I remember when I was only 8 or 9 years old, she taught us about the road of life. She said, ‘Once I leave this world, ain’t nobody gonna care about you. You’re gonna bump it, and you’re gonna bump it hard.’ I’ve been bumping it hard ever since.
“I got pregnant a couple of years after she died—I was 15—and I didn’t finish school. I ended up going back down South to Alabama, where I got pregnant again. I’ve been on my own since I was 15 or 16 years old. I’m 30 now. It’s hard. I never had a childhood, never went to Six Flags, never went camping. I had my first birthday party when I threw one for myself at 28 years old. I was the oldest, so nobody ever asked me, ‘Are you OK? Do you need help?’ They always thought I was OK because I was so independent—I had no choice but to be.”
“If you don’t mind me asking, do you know why you got into relationships at such an young age?”
“That’s a really good question—I’ve never thought about that. I think I got involved with boys because of the pain and loss after my aunt died. Also, I really wanted a father, so I looked in other places for that love, that security and protection. I wanted somebody to protect me—I still do! I wanted somebody to love me. I wanted to feel loved.”
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