I love flying planes.

At 22, there’s a lot of trying to figure out love, which at the end of the day, I’ve realized I’ll never figure out, though the process of trying is fun.

I don't even have a type, I don't think. My type is just whoever can get along with me.

Thank you to country radio for believing in me.

Crowded hallways, are the loneliest places, for outcasts and rebels,or anyone who just dares to be different.

I've got a lot of dreams I want to achieve, and I hope someone can cheer me on as I'll cheer them on in their dreams.

I truly believe that when you've found the one you're searching for, you become a better version of yourself. You're better for it.