“Hula-hooping. It makes me feel free. My stepsister introduced me to it. I used to have panic attacks all the time, and she hula-hooped to cope with her own anxiety.”

I would give anything to hold your hands like this again.

We could be history in the making.

Still finding silly string in weird places.

I write songs for myself, but I never keep them. I’m like, ‘O.K., that was my therapy – it’s out of my body now. I’m going to give it to somebody else so it can be their therapy, too.’

Women often don’t want to be typecast as the girl that’s sad.

There is so much power in vulnerability, and I am proud to be that typecast.

It’s ingrained in people’s minds that it’s a typecast and a stereotype that women are just emotional and crazy.

Plantin’ lemon trees since I was twenty-three

People are going to assume whatever they want to assume.

Stylistically, things are becoming cooler. People are trying different things and combining genres.

I think that women are afraid to be vulnerable because they think it makes them look weak.

Working with new people can be really hard and nerve-wracking. When you don’t know the person, it’s like being on a blind date.

I have, like, sensory overload problems.

Tired of people telling me how I should have a fucking body. What I should wear on it. How I should act with it. What I should fucking shave off of it.

People are always going to have something to say about you or your body. They will always try to attack you when you’re feeling the most happy or the most yourself you’ve ever been.

My favorite food is hot Cheetos. I could eat those every day.

We have never been so connected but still feeling so alone.

Sunsets feel so lonely now without you.

You don’t have to act on every thought and feeling you have.

I rather fall in love over and over again and get hurt all over again than feeling dead inside.

How the feeling of never being good enough rarely ever wears off her chest.

The things that made me feel dead, made me feel alive again.

I’ve been to the countryside a couple of times. Somedays it is all wood and grass and empty. Other days it feels like you!

I can’t un-feel the trauma – it’s in my blood.