There’s a kind of bad that gets so overpowering you can’t even talk about it.
Love has absolutely no pattern, and no one will ever be perfect.
Autumn leaves falling down like pieces into place, and I can picture it after all these days.
My parents moved across the country so I could pursue a dream.
I don’t drink to get drunk. That’s just not cute.
I’m just glad we live in a world where girls can play soldiers.
It’s so much easier to like people, and to let people in, to trust them until they prove that you should do otherwise. The alternative is being an iceberg.
The haters just got to hate so just shake it of.
You never imagine that when you say hello to someone and you fall in love, that some day you’ll have to say goodbye.
I’m not that complicated. My complications come out in my songs. All you need to do to be my friend is like me.
It took a while to understand the beauty of just letting go.
You are just too young to believe that everything is not going to be okay.
You only get so many firsts, each one is a blessing.
You’ve got every right to a beautiful life.
Through it all nobody gets me like you do.
I get nervous for everything – literally everything.
Some days I totally appreciate everything that’s happening to me, and some days I feel everyone’s waiting for me to mess up.
My friends tease me about the fact that if someone seems bad or shady or like they have a secret, I find them incredibly interesting.
I keep one eye on the path I didn’t choose every day.
All I ever do is learn from my mistakes so I don’t make the same ones again. Then I make new ones.