“It’s still you.
It’s still you.”
“You read and write and sing and experience, thinking that one day these things will build the character you admire to live as. You love and lose and bleed best you can, to the extreme, hoping that one day the world will read you like the poem you want to be.”
it’s weird how people talk bad about strippers but no one says anything about the people who go to see them
Who’s worse? The woman who dances on a pole making $600 a day or the man stepping out on his wife and family to throw singles at a complete stranger?