Sometime before they all go down to the beach, Twiggy writes this in my journal:
“Thank you from my sick insides — I’m a moody, silly, unpredictable baby! Oh well, whatever. Remember, I’d rather burn out than fade.”
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One night, standing out on the balcony of the hotel. Watching the world roll by, in front of me. I want to imagine I am moving, that everything else is standing still — it makes me feel comforted. As if I’m not standing still. As if I’m not wasting my life.
I only stand here for [...]
