“When they broke up in 93 he wasn’t acting like Johnny anymore.. It’s almost like Winona took Johnny’s soul, Johnny’s love.” - Tim Burton
The battle I have with my insecurities is exhausting. One day I’m super model of the world, the other I am utterly hideous. Idk, why can’t I just be happy with who & what I am. Cause honey next thing you know I’m 80 years old with one foot in the grave regretting life cause I wasn’t fierce enough for myself. I won’t have it. That’s it. It’s the idea, ora, the feeling of FIERCE. Not beautiful but fierce. You can’t have it 100% all the time, it just doesn’t work that way. I’d rather be called fierce than beautiful. I am fierce, just it hides when there’s a mirror in front of me.