I have realized that fighting for women's rights has too often become synonymous with man-hating. This has to stop.
Truth is like a blanket that always leaves your feet cold. You push it, stretch it, it'll never be enough. You kick at it, beat it, it'll never cover any of us. From the moment we enter crying to the moment we leave dying, it will just cover your face as you wail and cry and scream。
Music is a belief that makes me never give up.
