“Bare your struggles very close to your heart and have them be a part of you that you’re proud of instead of something that you’re ashamed of.”

Well, that’s your opinion, isn’t it? And I’m not about to waste my time trying to change it.

If you dont have any shadows you’re not in the light

Memories are not recycled like atoms and particles in quantum physics; they can be lost forever.

How can I protect something so perfect without evil.

Trust is like a mirror, you can fix it if it’s broken, but you can still see the crack in that mother fucker’s reflection.

Some women choose to follow men, and some women choose to follow their dreams. If you’re wondering which way to go, remember that your career will never wake up and tell you that it doesn’t love you anymore.

Prejudice is a disease. And when they come for you, or refuse your worth, I will be ready for their stones. I belong to you.

I don’t want the 5 dollars in your pocket, I want your soul.

I love my friends. My real friends. That I come home to a pile of rainbows because they want me to smile and celebrate me.

Love is just a history that they may prove and when your gone ill tell them my religion is you

My friends joke that I’m dead until I get onstage. I’m dead right now as you’re speaking to me.

For being different, it’s easy. But to be unique, it’s a complicated thing.

Sexuality is half poison and half liberation. What’s the line? I don’t have a line.

Some women choose to follow men, and some women choose to follow their dreams.

Being gay is like glitter, it never goes away.

Love is like a brick. You can build a house, or you can sink a dead body.

Time passes. Even when it seems impossible. Even when each tick of the second hand aches like the pulse of blood behind a bruise. It passes unevenly, in strange lurches and dragging lulls, but pass it does. Even for me.

All music is important if it comes from the heart.

This foundation can only take the beating of one heart.

My eyes have always been open, but I see best with my heart.

They talked so, with secret hearts, without needing words, talking of other things. They could have suddenly continued their confessions aloud, without ceasing to understand each other.

My heart beats for me, always has, but it waits for you.

I still see you in my dreams, teasing my feelings and damaging my heart.

Love is a choice our heart makes without our permission.