“I love Cardi B.”

My boyfriend annoying af.

The Internet is such, it’s so not real. But it’s big and it feels big when you’re on it.

I don’t spend my time on farms. I don’t like the smell, to be honest.

I don’t check Twitter as much or tweet as often because, honestly, sometimes social media is draining and brings out all of the negative things going on.

I do have a lot of music out.

My mom loves music and it poured into my childhood.

I just really enjoy doing it and I’ve always loved making music.

I feel like there’s a lot of pressure on artists to be 100-percent organic all the time.

My mom was a painter and loves to sing behind closed doors.

I just started singing ’cause I had dropped out of school.

We need people who are open to doing something with theme, something with a cartoonish twist.

Its cool that people appreciate fun stuff.

I appreciate people who make hip-hop, the way A Tribe Called Quest and Lauryn Hill and KRS-One did it.

I tried writing a song and it wasn’t very good. I sung it to my mom and she told me it was bad – but I was eight, so it’s okay.

I guess passion keeps me going.

Be whatever you want to be.

Love is kind, right? It’s not about calling someone out on every little thing you feel.

I should have loved freedom, I believe, at all times, but in the time in which we live I am ready to worship it.

Women use lovers as they do cards; they play with them a while, and when they have got all they can by them, throw them away, call for new ones, and then perhaps lose by the new all they got by the old ones.

I love playing under pressure. In fact, if there’s no pressure, then I’m not in the perfect zone.

She loathes her body but covers it in sequins. Attempts at self-love.

Often, we need to ignore the words people say and attend to their underlying, urgent, life or death questions: Am I valuable? Am I loved? The great thing is that the answer is easy: Yes! The answer is always yes. We don’t have to think too hard.

I hate failure and I am in love with achievement.

The world forgetting, by the world forgot. Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind! Each pray’r accepted, and each wish resign’d