I'm my own worst critic, and if I don't pull off what I think I wanted to do in my head, then I won't be a happy girl.

I always said I never wanted to write about love, but then I went and did that anyway.

People say my content's mature, I don't think it's mature at all. I'm just a normal 20 year old. I'm opinionated.

We only said goodbye with words I died a hundred time, you go back to her and I go back to black.

If you don't throw yourself into something, you'll never know what you could have had.

I couldn't resist him, his eyes were like yours, his hair was exactly the shade of brown. He's just not as tall, but I couldn't tell, it was dark and I was lying down.

I don't think your ability to fight has anything to do with how big you are. It's to do with how much anger is in you.