Don’t listen to people who tell you it’s bad to look into the sun. The Sun just wants to be friends.
Whatever it is, you can get over it.
People won’t behave if they have nothing to lose.
There is something strangely comforting in laying on cold hardwood floors.
Double denim is always pretty. So is the colour red.
Grammar is a huge turn on.
My favourite colour is Power.
Everything you feel is valid and something you need to understand.
Hugs can make everything better. At least for a few seconds.
I can do almost anything.
Language and vocabulary are incredible. Pretty words make you pretty inside. And outside.
People that sleep in socks are psychopaths.
Nothing is serious if you look at it through squinty eyes. But don’t try that with police (or do. But I still got arrested.)
I dance like I’ve got the devil in my blood.
Whatever song you listen to first in the morning will shape your day.
Boys are comparable to lemons and candy. Specifically lemon flavoured candy.
There are things to be sad about but there are so many more things to be happy about.
Grudges are pointless and waste your energy. Forgive and forget.
Playing dumb isn’t cool anymore (if it ever was). Intellect is in.
Tame Impala suits any situation.
I don’t think love or relationships are meant for me.
Some kisses taste like Mountain Dew.
I know a lot about a lot of things but I rarely voice my opinion because that’s not what pretty 19-year-old girls do. But I don’t care what pretty 19-year-old girls do anymore.
My soul is bruised but the shades of pastel blue and purple make it prettier.
I am happy.
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