“Weird itself, even in the dictionary, is just something that is different and unexplainable. A weirdo is someone who follows their heart. I’m definitely weird, ain’t nothing wrong with that.”—Kid Cudi
“Keep making art, and when you get tired; eat, and/ or watch movies, every kind. Make tea and then keep making art. That will keep you from becoming ‘them’- you know those people who could, but don’t and know there is nothing left for them. Them, the terrible them that tear down the ones who never gave up on the dream because you and me kid, we were made of that stuff and we’re born to dream, even sometimes for ‘them.’”—Ryan Adams
“I try to be feminine, yet intellectual and smart at the same time. You don’t see enough of that. I want young people to see me and think you can be feminine and smart and successful, all at the same time.”—Portia de Rossi
Unthinkable or all I think about? I sit in public and the feeling bubbles up to my collar bone and I almost can’t control it. I drink coffee so I won’t scream. I love you. That is all I know. I don’t know what to do, who to tell, what to say, or where I’m supposed to go. I don’t know what it means. But I know that I love you. I had a woman. I had a love. I had a partner, that called me her wife. But I have a friend, A woman, A shining light, That I am so in love with. When I close my eyes, I imagine my arms around you, I imagine dressing up for you, I imagine undressing you, I imagine dancing with you, I imagine the way your mouth tastes-drunk with champagne… I hear your middle of the night laughter Goosebumps raising on your skin, My hands so gentle… Your eyes so sweet.