When it's finals week and you've been studying for five hours straight, you need three things to get you through the nigh.The biggest Slurpee you can find,half cherry half Coke.Pajama pants, the kind that have been washed so many times they are tissue-paper thin. And finally,dace breaks.Lots of dance breaks.

It's the imperfections that make things beautiful.

For me there was-is-nothing better than walking on the beach late at night. It feels like you could walk forever, like the whole night is yours and so is the ocean. When you walk on the beach at night, you can say things you can't say in real life. In the dark you can feel really close to a person. You can say whatever you want.

You never know the last time you’ll see a place. A person.

When you walk on the beach at night, you can say things you can't say in real life.

You'd rather make up a fantasy version of somebody in your head than be with a real person.

It’s hard to throw away history. It was like you were throwing away a part of yourself.