We're blind moles. Creeping through the soil, feeling with our snoots. We know nothing. I perceived this . . . now I don't know where to go. Screech with fear, only. Run away.

I really enjoy myself in Norway. Because I had started losing confidence in my ability of what I do. But sometimes, man, you just get tired of fighting and trying to prove yourself.

I sit up in the dark drenched in longing. / I am carrying over a thousand names for blue that I didn’t have at dusk.

Every time you play a bad girl or guy in a movie, you really come from a place of pain.

Written By Patricia Velasquez

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