“All I wanted was to break your walls, all you wanted was to break me”

I don’t keep secrets because I’m no good at them!

I hate being thought of as a product.

People ask me how I stay happy and sane: I never google myself.

When Life Puts You in Tough Situations, Don’t Say ‘Why Me’, Say ‘Try Me’

All I want to do is yoga and hike, and smoke weed. It’s funny.

You can’t live a positive life with a negative mind and if you have a positive outcome you have a positive income and just to have more positivity and just to kind of laugh it off.

The only advice my Dad’s given me is: If you ain’t having fun, it ain’ working, so always have fun with what you’re doing. If you don’t love it then there’s no reason to do it. And don’t do it for fame or money- do it because it’s something that you feel is right.

Love me or hate me,I don’t care. I’m doing what i like. I’m happy.

Everyone is just so serious right now, especially in fashion.

There’s no right or wrong, success or failure.

I was an adult when I was supposed to be a kid. So now I’m an adult and I’m acting like a kid.

So many people say, “I’m a good person!” Like, why are you a good person? To be a good person you have to actively be good.

You know you’re a stoner when your friends make you a Bob Marley cake. You know you smoke way too much f–king weed!

As long as you’re not hurting anyone, your choices are your choices.

When you are ready to move on or if you come to peace with pain, you’ll find a silver lining.

The only people that you really have, that I learned, are your family, because they love you no matter what.

The corporate revolution will collapse if we refuse to buy what they are selling – their ideas, their version of history, their wars, their weapons, their notion of inevitability. Remember this: We be many and they be few. They need us more than we need them.

Beauty is the enemy . We try to conquer not feeling beautiful all our lives. It’s a battle that can’t be won. There’s no definition of beauty. The only way to achieve beauty is to feel it from inside without breaking down into individual physical attributes.

The symbol of all art is the Prism. The goal is unrealism. The method is destructive. To break up the white light of objective realism, into the secret glories which it contains.

It’s a fairytale so tragic there’s no prince to break the spell. I don’t believe in magic, but for you I will.

Time is a factory where everyone slaves away earning enough love to break their own chains.

You have played, (I think) And broke the toys you were fondest of, And are a little tired now; Tired of things that break, and— Just tired. So am I.

You know, what can I say. If a relationship can’t work out, make a record.

The struggles I’m facing, The chances I’m taking, Sometimes might knock me down, But no, I’m not breaking.