People love the chaos in my brain, but I'm terrified of it.

You define beauty for yourself, society doesn’t define your beauty. Your spirit and your faith defines your beauty.

I have been addicted to it, and it's ultimately related to anxiety coping, and it's a form of self-medication, and I was smoking up to 15 to 20 marijuana cigarettes a day with no tobacco.

Some people are just born stars – you either have it or you haven’t, and I was definitely born one.

I see love in black and white. Passion in shades of “gris”. But when it comes to you and I, color is all I see.

Prejudice is a disease. And when they come for you, or refuse your worth, I will be ready for their stones. I belong to you.

I'm half living my life between reality and fantasy at all times.