“We all need somebody to lean on.”

Social media is not always a true reflection of real life and no place to judge your worth!

Feels good to be a gangster.

Writing songs is a huge passion of mine.

Physics said I was born with a strong desire to love.

The scar on my chest is literally from spilling tea that was a little too hot.

75% of my shirts are my parent’s from the 80s and I’m here for it.

The ceiling fan in my room is so strong it’s making my hair look windswept.

My best friend is my soulmate.

Let us continue to protest greed and ignorance while making positive changes in our own lifestyles.

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

I love my fairy god parents.

My soul speaks a language, only you can understand.

Don’t forget to tell these special people in your life just how special they are to you.

He didn’t like drama and I was fucking Shakespeare.

I know how our fingers would interlace. Like this and that. Delicate yet determined. As porcelain scales in serene movements. Iridescent in ways our thoughts could not convey. How beautifully we are made in the ways we trace out along soft skins the words that linger within us.

If I were a flower, you were the rain I was longing for.

Eternity is vague. Let me fill in the blanks with you.

Under the shadow of your skin, I find ancient secrets. They are now the truths I crave.

I wish I can still hold your hand like I used to. I wish you were still alive.