Dear Song I Can’t Fucking Get Outta My Head, I think I love you but it might just be infatuation.
I love days that are sexy in sunshine.
The inconvenience of trying to be a heroine is that your protégés eventually become your kryptonite.
Kill your darlings.
Happiness inhabiting my every molecule.
I fall in love way too easily.
Melancholy is the sophisticated and seductive sister of Arrogance.
The most terrifying moment is right before “it” happens. Once “it” is happening, things can only get better.
What makes me most envious is not related to something physical but to knowledge.
No woman wearing a dress and high heels can feel depressed.
I have discovered that my most sexual part is closely related to my most childish part.
I like having what most people don’t.
I’ll tell you a secret: I know I could be doing more than this. It’s just I’m afraid it won’t be as wonderful as I imagine it.
Freedom can be as grinding as total submission depending on how obsessively anxious you are.
When weird stuff/people becomes familiar we begin to get attached to it.
I don’t know anyone who doesn’t regret being too busy to stop and admire life.
Sunny days come with a carefree feeling.
I want to work hard at what I love the most so that I don’t have to work hard at what I hate.