It’s hard to lay a golden egg with everyone else around; it’s hard to stay inside my head when words keep pouring out. Like starlight crashing through the room, we’ll lose our feathers, yes — I know it hurts at first, but it gets better.
— I have been cycling between Some Nights, What Makes You Beautiful, Domino, and Starships for the past 72 hours. WHAT DO YOU MEAN THERE’S OTHER MUSIC
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