I didn't know someone could cry that much, I thought the tears would run out. They don't.

My dad used to open up photo albums and stuff and you'd have to tell a story about the picture but you couldn't tell the truth so you had to make up a story about whatever you were looking at. He really taught us how to lie.

Although we are Canadian, we have both vowed to remain unmarriad in solidarity with the millions who don't have the same rights as us around the world.

I’ve always been a sort of self-imposed outsider, not a geeky outsider or a snobby outsider but, I just have a natural desire to live on the fringe. I’m not like a weirdo with a trench-coat but I just prefer to be alone or minimally surrounded by people.

I didn't know someone could cry that much, I thought the tears would run out. They don't.

I hate being so emotionally slutty. I need to stop loving everyone I have a long conversation with.

I don't jump in real life, why would I jump in a photo?