When I fly, I never check my bags. I bring a carry-on, an eye pillow, noise-canceling headphones, a big pillow and a blanket.

I literally pass out when I see blood.

I think that when people start hanging around each other, they start to pick on on each other's quirks and taste in music, apparently.

If I feel confident wearing something, I think it translates in photographs. It changes my demeanor and posture.

Looking back on high school, I just remember specific scenarios and thinking, wow, that was such a big deal at the time, but right now it feels like it never even happened. So I guess if I can give any advice, I would just say that everything will pass, and it'll feel like it was a big deal over nothing.

I was kind of a jock in school. Beauty wasn't something I spent a lot of time on.

I only want to keep moving up and up in terms of quality and be careful with perception. I don't just want to do things that are the pretty girl with lots of makeup, I want to get into the gritty stuff and get down and dirty and dark and really feed my soul and not my vanity.