I’ve been pushed down many flights of stairs in my time, but I always manage to find an elevator.

Some old wounds never truly heal, and bleed again at the slightest word.

We should never diminish the power of fictional stories. Do not apologize for being moved by movies, TV shows, theater, art, books, or even a webseries that puts out 5 minute episodes twice a week. Jump into them whole-heartedly and let them transform you. Let them be your friends. Why not? They want to be yours.

So many people are shut up tight inside themselves like boxes, yet they would open up, unfolding quite wonderfully, if only you were interested in them.

It’s funny—when people call you “shy,” they usually smile. Like it’s cute, some funny little habit you’ll grow out of when you’re older, like the gaps in your grin when your baby teeth fall out. If they knew how it felt—really being shy, not just unsure at first—they wouldn’t smile. Not if they knew how the feeling knots up your stomach or makes your palms sweat or robs you of the ability to say anything that makes sense. It’s not cute at all.

Thinking is the most unhealthy thing in the world, and people die of it just as they die of any other disease.

Don’t be afraid to be human –- you’re human, you’re going to have emotional days. You’re going to have days when things suck and then some days when things are great, but don’t feel guilty because you’re experiencing that. Don’t feel guilty from being human.

Being a part of something special doesn’t necessarily make you special; finding the bliss in everything you do does.

Something that got me stoked.. I get emotional thinking about this—but “Baby, It’s Cold Outside”…… And the cool thing about it—it wasn’t about the gay thing; it wasn’t about, “Oooh, two boys!” shock factor it was just a Nice. Song. It was just about these two characters that cared about each other and it was playful and genuinely sweet and not in your face. It was just right and really special.