I’ve always been a dreamer, have always believed in the power of love and art and loud, life-affirming rock and roll, but, for the first time, I’m starting to have doubts. Can a dream even exist in reality? Or does it turn to stone the second it leaves your mind?

I wonder if killing yourself is the only thing you can control in your entire life, and that's why it's a sin. Because you're beating God at his own game.

dont let anyone tell you what you are ever- that way you never run the danger of becoming anything but what you believe in.

I wanted to find a cave and hang out there for the rest of my life and be a cave painter and eat dirt.

I think everyone should go crazy at least once in their life. I don't think you've truly lived until you've thought about killing yourself.

He felt homesick for places he had never been. He missed hearts he had never loved.

Everyone you idolize wakes up scared to be themselves sometimes.