This world is bullshit. And you shouldn't model your life — wait a second — you shouldn't model your life about what you think that we think is cool and what we're wearing and what we're saying and everything. Go with yourself. Go with yourself.

The only reason that it takes me seven years to do stuff is because I just don't really have a plan.

My scars were reflecting the mist in your headlights I looked like a neon zebra, shaking rain off her stripes

It's calm under the waves in the blue of my oblivion.

Do they think I'm on drugs? That I have a life-threatening illness? That I'm anorexic? Emotionally, it doesn't get easier to hear those criticisms - but it gets easier to be resolute about my reaction to it.

You can live your whole life in your brain and not experience what's around you. You go crazy that way. That's why I have to watch myself when I get isolated for too long.

I want to be like the patron saint of reality.