“We had one of our biggest fights of our lives. I’m like, “What the fuck is this?” And he’s like, “Well, what do you mean, it’s the truth. It’s just who I am, it’s my life.” And I’m like, “This is bullshit. People don’t need you talking about your life. Nobody gives a shit about your life. They need you for their lives. That’s your thing. Giving some logic and reason and sympathy and passion to this cold, fragmented, confusing world. That’s your gift. Explaining their lives to them. Their lives, not yours.” And we fought and fought and fought and fought. He says “Fuck you”, I say “Fuck you”. I think something in what I said probably resonated.”—Steve Van Zandt recalling when Bruce first sang him “Ain’t Got You”. (via adolescenceisabitch)
I've just came back from my backyard. I've been watching the stars, lying down the grass, while my vinyl record of Tunnel Of Love was playing. I've never felt so small. I've cried silent tears, so many of them. Omg, you can't imagine how perfect it has been.