I’ll let you in on something big: I’m not a white-teeth teen.
Don’t let some random comment that you wouldn’t have even thought about overshadow something important that you were actually trying to say.
David Bowie told me my music sounds like tomorrow.
The way I dress and carry myself, a lot of people find it intimidating. I think my whole career can be boiled down to the one word I always say in meetings: strength.
I’m terrified of growing up. Once you become an adult, how to you step back from that? It’s something that wakes me up at night.
Glory and gore go hand in hand.
The smarter the person, the more boring the Instagram account.
I think I’m speaking for a bunch of girls when I say that the idea that feminism is completely natural and shouldn’t even be something that people find mildly surprising. It’s just a part of being a girl in 2013.
I love thrift shopping. You can get ten things because everything costs, like, three dollars.
Don’t be afraid. Be the kind of person your mother warned you about.
The phrase ‘teen hottie’ literally makes me want to throw up. I’m a pop princess at heart. Pop is about distilling what you want to say and making it easy. And the way I write isn’t about making things easy. It’s a weird juxtaposition.
With pop music and pop musicians, you know everything about everyone all the time, particularly their physical appearance. With female musicians, that’s made a big thing of, and I think people, certainly with me, have appreciated a bit of mystery.
Not in the swing of things but what I really mean is not in the swing of things yet.
Like wildflowers you must allow yourself to grow in all the places people thought you never would.
It’s a new art form, showing people how little we care.
We’re bigger than we ever dreamed, and I’m in love with being queen.
I do not need someone to complete me, but if you wanted to, we could walk next to each other into whatever is coming next.
Taylor Swift is so flawless, and so unattainable, and I don’t think it’s breeding anything good in young girls.
I find this curious – two photos from today, one edited so my skin is perfect and one real. remember flaws are ok.
Does anything really matter? We all end up in the same place. All that’s left is our Wikipedia entry.