I remember when we kissed. I still feel it on my lips. The time you danced with me with no music playing. I remember the simple things. I remember till I cry. But the one thing I wish I’d forget, the memory I wanna forget is goodbye.
Anyone that hates on you is always below you, because they’re just jealous of what you have.
If someone tells you you’re not beautiful, turn around and walk away so they can have a great view of your fabulous ass.
I think faith can be anything. It can be believing in yourself, or if you believe there’s a higher being that’s watching over you.
Music is what I breath, what I love to do. It keeps me alive.
GOD gave you this life because HE knew you could handle it.
There are tough times and mountains to climb, but you’ve got to go for it.
Pink isn’t just a color, it’s an attitude!
When you are ready to move on or if you come to peace with pain, you’ll find a silver lining.
I want to be real. I want to be a real person. That’s what an artist is. An artist has to be honest. Without honesty, there’s nothing.
I think there are always going to be things that you’re going to want to do. It’s about picking yourself back up and starting again.
It’s the little things that make us who we are in the bigger world.
You’ve got a million ways to make me laugh.
You can’t stop people from talking about you, but you can stop giving them something to talk about.
I tell kids not to be on the Internet. It’s dangerous. It’s not fun. It wastes your life. You should just be outside playing sports, instead of sitting in front of any type of screen.
People ask me how I stay happy and sane: I never google myself.
Hopefully my hair grows really quick, I want it long again.
The only people that you really have, that I learned, are your family, because they love you no matter what.
And I hope you find it, what you’re looking for, and I hope it’s everything you dreamed your life could be and so much more.
I don’t want to be perfect, but I do want to be a role model. My mom always tells me that imperfections equal beauty. All of us are imperfect.