Pre-soirée with Sylvia Plath.
You on your knees? Good. Now die to yourself, to your idea of yourself. Everything you think you are, you’re not. What’s left? Find out.
― GJ/Holly Hunter (via okjanelle)
Vi ho mai detto che conosco persone davvero belle (tipo questa)?
Writing that novel is something I did because I was having this kind of minor crisis where I felt like I’d really lost myself, or this persona. I was thinking of myself like nothing but a songwriter. The book was kind of this like explosion of liberation where I was like, ‘I can do whatever the fuck I wanna do!’ I can write a novel, or I don’t ever have to write another song again, or I can do whatever. I can eat pomegranates and roll around on the ground if I want.
“I can eat pomegranates and roll around on the ground if I want.” I swear, he says the darndest fucking things.