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

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.

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.

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

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.

Some days it is exhausting to simply exist.

If you’ve ever climbed mountains, in the most intense storms. And all they ever did was walk up a hill on a clear day for you, you have so much love in you. Never settle for the hill for someday, someone will be at the top of the mountain.

The day I know who I am, why and how is known of me, I will be me, Me: free from thorns and petals that go round and round, in heads and heels, and would reveal me, me indeed!

Rule over the rising sun. To thy greatest self be true. You must master the morning. Or the day will master you.

It is not thanks to you but in spite of you that we have just one day to look down from the top – The mountains we move should have never been there.

And as Maui did I would use everything in my power to slow down the sun if it meant longer days to love you.

Turning pain into poetry turns rainy days into rainbows and raw dirt into meadows.

i want to tell you that miss you but the day you turned your back on me was the day vowed to myself you are never allowed the privilege to the depths of my heart again