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the peculiar loneliness of being smothered by people she didn’t want to spend time with.
“You don’t choose it. It chooses you. If you waste that chance, your talent dies. That’s when you start dying along with it.”
Nothing no truer can be said about art/artists
Loving someone was traumatizing. You never knew what would happen to them out there in the world. Everything precious was also vulnerable.
