没有希望地吃面包仍然是慢慢地饿死。
Truth is like a blanket that always leaves your feet cold. You push it, stretch it, it'll never be enough. You kick at it, beat it, it'll never cover any of us. From the moment we enter crying to the moment we leave dying, it will just cover your face as you wail and cry and scream。
I stand up for what I believe in, and a lot of the time that can be against the grain.
I'm not a fashionista. I'm a fashion.
我们对自己讲述的故事塑造了我们生活的世界。