You are beautiful. You are beautiful with messy hair and puffy eyes. You are beautiful with winged eyeliner and flowers pinned to your head. You are beautiful when you're twelve, and when you're ninety-three. You are beautiful when you laugh. You are beautiful when you become so passionate about something that you want to punch a wall."
"All of these adventures, loves, and losses; they're all waiting expectantly for me, hoping that I'll choose to experience them again."
"Honestly, perfection is what I'm most avoiding. I want this to be so real, raw, and imperfect that it makes English teachers cringe, and all of you wonder what the heck is going on in my mess of a brain."
"This new type of writing, this focus on nothing in particular, this starting a new paragraph whenever I feel like it, this shattering all the rules of grammar, this beautiful, catastrophic flow of thoughts, turned words, turned pixels."
"I know that many people journal in the same way I do, not as an obligation at the end or beginning of the day, but as a way of channeling the crazy, constant swirl of emotion and feeling through a pen, onto a page, in a beautiful, inspired, orderly way."