Trippie Redd Quotes

I know I look crazy, but I am not!

Im not this tortured soul or anything.

I'm not cynical.

No, I'm not anguished and tormented.

I am not a sad clown. I am not a sad clown.

I know I'm not an anti-Semitic person.

I am not an egghead in the least.

I was told by the world for a long time that I was angry, or that I was sad.

I'm not boring.

There is a part of me that is desperately wanting to not necessarily be this cute, endearing, heart-on-his-sleeve type of character that just wants to be liked.

...and yet I am what they think I am.

We are what we are, neither a good or as bad as others paint us. And what we are doesn't change how truly we feel, only how free we are to follow those feelings.

People in general misunderstand me. I'm very aware of the stereotype that comes with being a basketball player. But I'm well-rounded. I'm cultured. It's funny: When I speak, people are like, "Wow! You can really talk." I'm like, "What did you expect?"

You are not your idea, and if you identify too closely with your ideas, you will take offense when they are challenged.

I am one of the most irresponsible beings that ever lived. Irresponsibility is part of my invisibility; any way you face it, it is a denial. But to whom can I be responsible, and why should I be, when you refuse to see me?

A frowning face can't bring out the beauty that you are.

Winter: It's not just a season, it's who we are.

This is what forty looks like. We've been lying so long, who would know?

Well, whatever I am, I am the blonde!

I don't think I have a tragic demeanor.

We're the same! Even Sonya says we are. We've always been the same, and we're both acting the same stupid way now! We hold ourselves to higher standards than everyone else.

If you put a label on yourself, people will pigeonhole you.

Was it me you were discussing?” he countered with lifted brows. “I couldn’t tell from the description you were giving. Since when am I kind, considerate, refined, and amiable?” “You’re angry,” Victoria concluded on a sigh. A low chuckle rumbled in his chest and his arms tightened, drawing her close to his leann, muscular body. “I’m not angry,” he said in a husky, gentle voice. “I’m embarrassed

It doesn't bother me when someone calls me a 'dumb blonde.' I'm neither dumb or blonde.

I'm not really a girly girl.