There are people who have hearts of stone. I learn this the hard way. But I will never let mine become this. A heart of glass, that is what I would rather have. Or a velvet heart, warm but able to absorb blows without damage.
a musician/artist living in brooklyn with two l gray cats and an super-cute dog, writing about the trivial and the not-so-trivial, often sleep-deprived and benignly neurotic.
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