I'm just dealing with what's happening, with what is. Joy, happiness, good, bad, all those terms are meaningless to me.

'Pretty In Pink' was a huge hit for me.

Do nothing. Do nothing. Let it happen. Don't try.

I'm big into Eastern concepts. The horror of life, the love of children, the whole phantasmagoria - it's all meaningless. Be still, and see what happens. All of life unfolds perfectly. You have to get beyond consciousness.

I've received a lot of compliments. People come right up to me on the street. They recognize me.

You get older. In the end, you end up accepting everything in your life - suffering, horror, love, loss, hate - all of it.

The void, the concept of nothingness, is terrifying to most people on the planet. And I get anxiety attacks myself. I know the fear of that void. You have to learn to die before you die. You give up, surrender to the void, to nothingness.

I just want to say, good night, sweet prince, may flights of angels sing thee to thy rest.

I can say with confidence that my trans/transfeminine identity emerges as the most heavily problematized aspect of my lived experience. My transness is not a problem on its own but problematized by a society that reviles it, hates it, fails to understand it - or does not wish to.

I identify with Sad Girls.

I identify with anyone who logged online in elementary school and never logged off.

If you're anything other than a white, cisgender, able-bodied dude, people are going to project narratives, imagery, and context onto you that you might not necessarily see for yourself.

I majored in drama and theater arts at Columbia and was always in acting studio, but that was a liberal arts degree, not a bachelor of arts degree, so I didn't have a traditional conservatory training. There was a lot of reading and a lot of writing involved, and only about 30 percent of my classes were directly theater-related.

Trans-dating is hardcore, and it's really scary. And that's coming from me, someone who couldn't be dating in a more open-minded Manhattan pool of artsy boys and creative folk. Not saying it all sucks. I'm just saying it's not easy.

Fashion has always captivated me because, like I said, it has the potential to create narratives about what's beautiful, aspirational, chic, masculine, feminine, glamorous, etc. Generally, this power is dispatched in useless ways.

Sometimes it feels like people can't wrap their head around the notion that an 'androgynous' trans woman with shorter hair could be beautiful.

When it comes to modeling, I always feel like my body is a myth or a story that is told by other people, and no one knows what my body really looks like.

I'm a different girl almost every time I look in the mirror.

I search my name on Tumblr more than I Google myself, and I Google myself every day.

I couldn't remember when I'd stopped willing to be trans and started wanting to be trans. If there were a difference, I'd forgotten it.

I've certainly been in situations where I've been rejected and endangered and had my humanity put in question - just as almost every woman on the planet has.

I love 'Heathers.' I love 'Spring Breakers.'

If I get too glam and polished and pretty, people are like, 'Hari, why aren't you speaking up about issues?' And if I start speaking up about issues, people are like, 'Why can't you just be an actress?'

Ariel is the most boring Disney princess.