Just because I have pink in my hair, and you see giant butterfly wings on my livingroom floor, does not mean I’m having an identity crisis.

Well perhaps I am, but those have nothing to do with it. I just like pretty things, and I don’t care about people judging me for having them.

I’m a good person, I love people. I love.

That’s all that matters. The rest is just pomp and glittery circumstance love.