My body is a burden now. I spend each day finding new ways that the breaks inside me bleed out into life. I spend 1 or 2 nights a week now doing breathing treatment. Either I’m unable to breath lying down or the whistle and gurgle of my breath keeps me awake.
Never thought about it before, but you know that famous picture of a bunch of construction workers sitting on a girder way up in the sky and having lunch? Well, here's the photographer who took that picture: Charles C. Ebbets.
I also don’t understand who her music is for. Even her most pop hits feel deeply personal in the most boring way. It’s like a memoir of a former presidential candidate. I’m sure Edmund Muskie peaks someone’s interest but not mine.
“But fifteen seconds later, thеy were clappin' too?” Is straight up someone would lie about on tumblr. How can anyone think that this is impactful music.