There’d be times, in the following months, when I’d walk away from a conversation with [St. Vincent] feeling like a character in a kung-fu movie who emerges from a sword skirmish apparently unscathed yet a moment later starts gushing blood or dropping limbs.

"I was drowning in a sea of darkness, and then you saw me. The real me. You accepted all of my scars and pain, and I knew you understood"

 #you look particularly biteable here