Honestly it’s the biggest slap in the face for people who you’ve trusted to know how vulnerable you are and who know what you’re going threw to then not even be sensitive to it. When I’ve trusted you to tell you about my problems and then for you to let me feel attacked isn’t right. I deserve more. I deserve friends who actually give a shit about me and who know to treat me sensitively when i need to be. I don’t need this bullshit, I just don’t. I’m worth more and I deserve people who think so too.

You know, when I was younger there were certain designers who hadn’t used models of color in their shows, and Christy and Linda said to them, ‘If you don’t take Naomi, then you don’t get us.’ My friends and comrades stuck up for me—and that doesn’t happen in fashion. I will never forget that. I don’t forget what people do. No matter how many years go by, I always remember.


what’s the difference between prada and miu miu? | lara stone by willy vanderperre for system magazine #4

When you feel perpetually unmotivated, you start questioning your existence in an unhealthy way; everything becomes a pseudo intellectual question you have no interest in responding whatsoever. This whole process becomes your very skin and it does not merely affect you; it actually defines you. So, you see yourself as a shadowy figure unworthy of developing interest, unworthy of wondering about the world - profoundly unworthy in every sense and deeply absent in your very presence.

If you’re frustrated because you’re not getting what you want, stop for a second: Have you actually flat-out asked for it? If you haven’t, stop complaining. You can’t expect the world to read your mind. You have to put it out there, and sometimes putting it out there is as simple as just saying, “Hey, can I have that?”