How do YOU know?

How do you know if it's the right decision?
You either choose between the voice that says it's right or it's wrong and until you choose you will never know.

 

 Sources:Varius pinterests

Now

Right now i would like to dress for myself, not for ease, not for men, not for you, not for class, not for society, not for what is expected. 
Right now i would like to dress for myself.

Sources: Vogue.com, not sure of a couple of others.

For the moment

For now the world can wait.  For the moment, let us do justice.
Let us love, eat and fuck.

Drive-bye

 One day i'm gonna drive far far away, i'm gonna wear coats the have hoods, shave half my head, wear make-up that's dark as, wear heels everywhere, wear dresses that drag on the ground, have earrings that connect to my lips and wear a crown made of tulle and beetles wings.
Just because that's how i want to live, just because when i drive far, far away i will be free.
No one will be able to stop me.

Who in the world?

I wonder sometimes the meaning of life, not really the meaning of life, the meaning of me.

See i'm quite infatuated with myself, with who i am, with who i'm trying to be, i can't seem to think about to much of the world if i'm not in touch with myself, which is all the time.

So the world, the world in general, the starving babies of Africa, the political unrest in the Middle East, the homeless bums in the slums of Rio, they are in my mind, but not IN my mind.

I am enthusiastic about nothing but what I will do next, what I will be, who I will be, who am I going to see, who am I.

Who the fuck cares but me?

Why does the world not revolve around me? Why does the Government not look to me? Why am I not the leader? Why, when i lead myself, can i not be the leader? Who says i only think about myself? Do i? or is it the culture i live in which says i only think about myself? 

Is it culture? Who runs this world anyway?

You? Me?

Maybe the little old man that delivers the catalogues to our mailbox each week?