“Take a deep breath, listen to your favorite song and realize everything is gonna be okay, nothing is permanent.”

2015 was really the hardest and the best year of my life. I learned a lot. I went through a lot of personal heartbreak, loss, and turmoil. I had to find my way out of sinking under the weight of it and it was the hardest thing I had to do.

I don’t really listen to any of the gossip.

I’ve always written songs for the sake of my own sanity and expression.

It’s more than Fifth Harmony, the girl group – it’s a sisterhood.

At the end of the day nobody’s perfect and everybody’s weird whether they embrace it or not.

The whole point of music is being able to share your story.

Whether or not someone sexualizes you for wearing an outfit, that’s their problem and not yours.

I’ve been songwriting for a long time, usually while on the road, as a way to get my feelings out.

I’ve always written songs that were confessional, acoustic, wordy – my writing style matches my personality. The music always has to match the mouth it comes out of.

My general thing is, if you feel cute in your outfit, then your outfit is cute.

In the music industry, there’s often a lot of egos and people aren’t always very supportive, but we cheer each other on and we push each other to be better.

I like to know that when I’m 90 years old, I’m going to be able to look at a song or poem I wrote and say, “Wow! I remember I was so crazy about this person,” or “I remember what that day felt like.”

It’s okay not to be perfect. Your imperfections are what make you YOU. And at the end of the day, people like real people, flaws and all. At least I do.

There’s no freedom like the freedom that comes from accepting yourself.

There’s this quote that says “friendship isn’t how long you’ve known someone, but who walked into your life, said ‘I’m here for you’ and proved it.”

I’m excited to be home, not wear makeup, and wear onesies.

After the vines that were tightly wrapped around my neck finally loosened, I made a vow to never take breathing for granted again.

Noticed that I had been holding my breath for so long and finally gave myself permission to breathe.

Lay your head on mine and let me breathe you instead of air.

Some hearts are as fragile as paper, in a world where everyone breathes fire.

If there’s anything I’ve learnt so far, it’s that to love others, you should give them space to breathe.

You breathe, you love, you feel – and that’s enough to learn to see beauty in details. Is it not an art of living to create happiness where it does not exist?

Live in each season as it passes; breathe the air, drink the drink, taste the fruit, and resign yourself to the influence of the earth.

It was less like seeing than like being for the first time seen, knocked breathless by a powerful glance.