*wipes tear and whispers* i woke up like dis
after reblogging this i opened up a card my great aunt gave me it has money in itIt could be a complete coincidence but I reblogged this yesterday and toda I fouund $40 at the fruit maket
when you got nothing you got nothing to lose
I got a job after reblogging this !
Just got a job
It worked once…
uhm yes. plz thx.
"It is my belief that we all have the need to feel special, and it’s this need that can bring out the best in us yet the worst in us. This need created the velvet rope.”
The Velvet Rope was titled as a metaphor for the emotional barricade preventing others from revealing their innermost thoughts; in comparison to the velvet rope used at film premiers and award shows, prohibiting access from spectators. It also served as a metaphor for the barriers separating different classes of society. It was based on various events throughout her adolescence and early adulthood, resurfacing after attempted escapism. Its composition addressed the “emotional and sexual politics of relationships,” restraints of depression, self-esteem, domestic violence, homosexuality, AIDS, and sadomasochism.
"There’s nothing more depressing than having everything, and still feeling sad. We must learn to water our spiritual garden.”
Happy 17th Birthday, The Velvet Rope!
A punk stops during a gay pride parade to allow a mesmerized child to touch his jacket spikes.
I lost control about reblogging this picture.
and this is the perfect “fuck you” to people who stereotype people like this.
literally one of my favourite pictures ever