Don’t be afraid of not being perfect, it might be what makes you amazing!

A darkened theater. Final whispers. Black. The projector streams through. The picture surrounds. I fall away. You reach me.

Listen to the part of you that is made of the same stuff as stars, the same stuff as Shakespeare. That part knows for sure that you are special, that your life has a purpose greater than anything you can imagine. That's the part worth listening to.

You are awesome. I know that for sure and I haven’t even met you yet. You are awesome. Not because of how you look, or what you can do. Not because of what you know, who you know, or even what is possible for you. You are awesome because you made it. You’re here. You exist.

You can't make anyone do anything, but you can knock on doors until the right one opens.

I wish I could take it all back, but I can’t. And I definitely can’t un-feel a feeling.

I’d been doing everything to please everyone else and some imaginary me.

You can see the crap in life, or you can see the cool.

Don't wait to be rich or famous to change the planet, you're doing it now.

The building is a tumbling house of cards behind me. The bus bitches are paper cutouts.