Credits to xdramatique
I wanna party.
Yes, I’m not the “good girl next door”.
I wear make-up.
I wear cleavage-revealing clothes, perhaps a little more than what the society can accept.
I have a nose piercing and mutiple ear piercings, and am loving it.
I have many many pairs of stilettos and give lotsa damn to my wardrobe.
I paint my nails in foxy red.
I don’t step out of the house without styling my hair.
So I’m a bad girl?
Hmm.
Perhaps.
But wait,
ain’t the above nothing but all things superficial?
So, when did the superficial become everything?
I think there’s more to life than essentialising people into unnecessary categories.
Chill. Breathe. I’m more than how I dress and look, and I’m not going to bite your head off. Unless you step on my toes. =)
“The most courageous act is still to think for yourself. Aloud.” — Coco Chanel
Good gals are dead. Means gals are bitches.
Life suck, takes drug. Let’s paint the work in foxy red and damn their concern =D
Cheers,
Nex =)