I hate being so emotionally slutty. I need to stop loving everyone I have a long conversation with.

Me being in love with a girl and wanting her to be with me, doing what I need to do to make her stay with me it affects no one, yet it’s terrifying to people and they think you’re a monster.

There's homophobia in every corner and pocket of this world but at the core you just love someone and want to make mixed tapes for them.

I don't jump in real life, why would I jump in a photo?

Dallas Green is basically Canadian royalty.

Yes here I am doing what I do best and that's taking a selfie. People make fun of me but the reality is if I didn't take them you would never see me as I want to be seen. I'm a difficult subject and my greatest fear is dying and someone finding my phone and the hundreds upon hundreds of selfies.

I am occasionally loveable but for the most part I’m like loving a raincloud.

I live my life in a way that I feel completely comfortable with. I don't struggle with who I am, who I date, who I love, what I say or what I stand for, not just sexuality but everything.

I always say that if I end up in a relationship where I feel like seventy-five percent of what I was looking for is there, then I've already won, then we're all winners in that relationship.

I don't think people understand how stressful it is to explain what's going on in your head when you don't even understand it yourself.

I've been having a lot of dance parties alone in my apartment while learning to cook. Part of my quest to be an attractive single is to learn how to cook and sew and get a license.

If I wasn't in a monogamous gay relationship I would have sex with all of you

I didn't know someone could cry that much, I thought the tears would run out. They don't.

I’ve always been a sort of self-imposed outsider, not a geeky outsider or a snobby outsider but, I just have a natural desire to live on the fringe. I’m not like a weirdo with a trench-coat but I just prefer to be alone or minimally surrounded by people.

The sun's rays don't bother me. No they cast down such a wonderful heat. Masking beauty, by a terrible fate.