I love the intimate, single spotlight, troubadour-y quiet, delicate moments. But I also love Springsteen and screaming and shouting.
Hairdressers don't judge you. They pretty much accept everything because they've heard everything. They're on your side, like a cheerleader, and there's no competition. They don't want to be you, and you don't want to be them.
I can hardly eat meat because it has to look like something what it was not when it was alive.
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