In the land of God's and Monsters, I was an angel looking to get f-ked hard.

I mainly let my imagination be my reality. Fantasy is my reality.

A lot of the time when I write about the person that I love, I feel like I'm writing about New York.

I was always an unusual girl. My mother told me I had a chameleon soul, no moral compass pointing due north, no fixed personality; just an inner indecisiveness that was as wide and as wavering as the ocean.

When you're an introvert like me and you've been lonely for a while, and then you find someone who understands you, you become really attached to them. It's a real release.

I want to find someone who's really magnetic but who isn't going to do anything bad to me. It's hard.

Be like snow - cold, but beautiful.