You are constantly changing & evolving through your experiences, how you interpret your experiences, and how you choose to do things in the future based on those experiences.

The single greatest gift you could ever give the world is to be exactly who you are.

Don't ever, ever, ever give up, because you're here for a reason, even if it's just to laugh at cats on the internet.

You are the most rare & majestic you there ever was and ever will be.

Make your face not look like your face by piling on like the heaviest makeup you can find and do it with some kind of brush that won't judge you.

In order to find out who you are, you will, at some point, have to feel really isolated, left out, different.

You become yourself, every single day of your life, through your choices and how you think.

There’s no cure for ugly, but you can make yourself into a human optical illusion.

One of the benefits of being you is: You know that the people who love you, love you for you. They don't love you for who they think you are or who you're pretending to be.

As weird and awful and terrible as it may seem to be yourself sometimes, it will always reward you.

If you have something floating in your drink, then you know you're ready. Seriously, what's in my drink? Aliens. Still gonna drink it.

Life is learning to take God's hand.....and hold on.

I know enough of the world now to have almost lost the capacity of being much surprised by anything

J!m squinted his first hate of the day.

You don't raise heroes, you raise sons. And if you treat them like sons, they'll turn out to be heroes, even if it's just in your own eyes.

It's such a thing now, people making fun of other people on the Internet.

One of my great all-time loves in cinema, and I've seen it three times, is Bondarchuk's 'War and Peace.' Not a lot of people may have seen that film. It was made during the Soviet era.

I am an invisible monster, and I am incapable of loving anybody. You don't know which is worse.

Folks never understand the folks they hate.

I had my first kiss when I was 11, but I think I've blocked it out of my mind because it was so bad. I'm not even sure it counts as a kiss.

poetry is the breath and finer spirit of knowledge