“I’ve been listening to Taylor Swift’s country music and dancing alone in my room.”

So proud of my generation for standing up for our future today and everyday.

It’s really frustrating for me to not be able to convey all of my little intricacies to people right away, especially when it comes to social media.

The more I’m in LA the more I love LA.

Proud is an understatement. Lucky to be part of a generation that values not only sustainability for our species but the sanctity of our planet. Let’s be the change.

Heart on my sleeve! and on my pants! and everywhere!

I love my fairy god parents.

In my teeth is all I want sheet music which is so weird and cool.

Nothing but respect for my president.

Quarantine means more writing.

Cleanliness is next to godliness yall! was dem hands!

When bored in quarantine make your mom take angsty polaroids of you.

Our responsibility to protect our planet is as important as ever.

Taylor Swift is the reason I write songs and she posted me on her story and told me I was talented.

It’s not too late for us to make a difference.

Pandemics like COVID-19 could occur more frequently unless we stop destroying nature.

According to the latest figures, 75 percent of Earth’s land surface has been severely altered by humans. Deforestation and unsustainable agriculture as well as the illegal trade of endangered wildlife increase the risk of human-animal contact.

I do a first draft as passionately and as quickly as I can. I believe a story is valid only when it’s immediate and passionate, when it dances out of your subconscious. If you interfere in any way, you destroy it.

She danced in the moonlight knowing they shared the same song.

You are the thunderstorm warning and I’m dancing in acid rain.

She spoke with so much hope, the future dancing on her lips like a flame.

Double up, baby. Your lips are the song and the dance floor is our bed.

Always remember, you will live, you will love, you will dance again.

True ease in writing comes from art, not chance, As those move easiest who have learned to dance.

Stars are always dancing. Sometimes they dance twinkling away with the rhythm of your joyful heart and sometimes they dance without movement to embrace your heartache as if frozen sculptures of open-armed sadness.