It’s like I became so obsessed with doing things right, I forgot to enjoy them.

Tristan was the soundtrack of my summer. The beat I walked to. The melody I breathed in and out. The lyrics I lived by.

I don’t know. I guess I’d just like to see you live one day for yourself.

I’m so tired of crying.I’m so tired of losing.I’m just so tired.

I can’t help to feel like they’re staring at me, too. Judging me. Deeming me not good enough. Not pretty enough. Not cool enough.And to be honest, sometimes I wonder if they’re right.

But there’s nothing.My life is one big meaningless cycle of nothingness.

It ain't easy to do nothing, now that society is telling everyone that their body is fundamentally flawed and about to self-destruct. People are afraid they're on the verge of death all the time

If you truly loved yourself, you could never hurt another

Every precious human being born should have the right to live, love, and maximize his or her potential without suffering from discrimination.

My dear, you are not one person. You have many people in you, and each one can ask only some kinds of questions.

A lot of my cartoon voices are basically just variations on my natural voice.

I'm not really opposed to people changing their minds. I'm much more concerned with people who never change their minds no matter what new information is available.

Gray is the queen of colors, because she makes everyone else look good.

We must die to become true human beings.

I believe in lust at first sight.And attraction.But not love.