“I'm a slave to my emotions, to my likes, to my hatred of boredom, to most of my desires” ― F. Scott Fitzgerald, This Side of Paradise
For a female to write about her feelings, and then be portrayed as some clingy, insane, desperate girlfriend in need of making you marry her…that’s taking something that potentially should be celebrated…and twisting it into something that is frankly a little sexist.
"To the fans who come to the shows, who buy the albums, I
just want you to know one thing... You are the longest and
best relationship I have ever had."
I feel like I just interrupted a very important conversation.
I’ve been spending the last eight months, thinking all love ever does is break, burn and end.
“Standing there at the stage door to the rest of your life. Time to dip your toe into the deep end. Try things. Say hi already. Laugh a lot. Mess up. Apologize. Mess up again. Hug people. Take chances. Trust yourself. Lose things. Get over it. Hold your friends close. Gather your strength. Gain wisdom and beautiful stories. Be brave, and you'll have the time of your life.”