At a certain R.P.M., there's only one way for blood to leave your body, and that's through your eyeballs. That means you're dead.
“In real life, I don't fall in love with the guy who wines and dines me, I fall in love with the flaws and the humanity.”
“But I also enjoy life... the more scrutiny I am under, the more confident I become. I am who I am. I can't do anything about it, and I love who I am.”