I don't really know that much about love, it turns out.

There's a kind of bad that gets so overpowering you can't even talk about it.

If you're lucky enough to be different, never change.

No one has the right to criticize you for how your body looks, but they will. One thing I've learned from experiencing this exact kind of criticism is that no one else can label your body except for you. No one gets to have a place in your mind if they weren't invited there by you. So please do me this one favor: Don't let their ugly words into your beautiful mind.

Through it all nobody gets me like you do.

I leave the genre labeling to other people. I really do. If I were to think too hard about it, that would stifle you creatively. If you think too hard about who other people want you to be as an artist, it stops you from being who you want to be as an artist.

I don't like to feel like I'm some fragile package that has to be shipped by high-priority mail and handled with white gloves.