“Love always ends differently and it always begins differently – especially with me.”

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

People haven’t always been there for me but music always has.

Delicate is a song that was written about such a vulnerable time in my life

It can be heartbreaking when you find out that your fairy tale image of the world doesn’t match the reality.

Real life is a funny thing, you know. In real life saying the right thing at the right time is beyond crucial.

At a certain point, if you chase two rabbits, you lose them both.

My gut is telling me that if you make something you love, you should just put it out into the world.

I’m intimidated by the fear of being average.

If somebody hurts you, it’s okay to cry a river, just remember to build a bridge and get over it.

My conversations with my mom have always been and will always be some of my favorite memories.

I have this really high priority on happiness and finding something to be happy about.

Your feelings so are important to write down, to capture, and to remember because today you’re heartbroken, but tomorrow you’ll be in love again.

The past is the past. Don’t let it kill you.

I once believed love would be burning red.

Be careful with what you say. A girl remembers everything.

We don’t wish for the easy stuff. We wish for big things. Things that are ambitious, out of reach.

I don’t want to be fake. I’m just being me. And I have the power to break stereotypes and whatever useless rules that society puts on us.

I fell in love with copies of an original I lost long ago.

I smile – even on my darkest days for you once said it melts your heart.

I let go so long ago. I fear I have forgotten how to hold on.

Is this a parting or are you hoping to meet again? Is this really goodbye, or are you still wanting to cross paths again?

I’ve loved you from the very first moment. But I still have to figure out how to love myself.

I was tired of begging people to stay when they wanted to leave.

They say diamonds are made under pressure, but what if I made of glass? and what if I’ll break?