I saw a photo of a porcelain doll 3 years ago, holding her heart just like this and from then, I said this will be my album cover … that same day I also wrote Heart On My Sleeve. The beginning of a scary and exciting journey for me. This cover represents so much for me, down to the color of my hair...when I had the red hair 1.5 years ago, it was one of the darkest times in my life...that's why I never wore it again. It reminded me too much of the pain that I was going through in that moment and I didn't want any reminders. But now after healing, doing self work and shedding this skin of false perfection, I find the beauty in my pain. I find the beauty in my flaws and how in actuality, that's what makes me perfect. I find beauty in all of the cracks that show people I've been broken down before, because I've gotten up every time. I wear my heart as my armor. IN PIECES is for the ones who behind closed doors are breaking and don't know how much more they can take. IN PIECES is for the ones who hold the people up around them while barely holding up themselves. IN PIECES is for the people who continue to get stabbed in the back, heart broken by the ones they thought they could trust, but STILL that doesn't change their heart and how they love. IN PIECES is for the ones like me, who wear their outer shell so well that you'd have no idea what they're going through. I hope this project brings healing to those who listen, as it's been completely therapeutic for me and I can't wait to share my heart with you, literally.
I think it would be hilarious if tomorrow (or whenever Pac comes back) he and Fit go to whatever place Ramon has prepared for their talk and they’re sitting there and Fit’s stammering and right as he’s about to say how he feels the eyeball guys show up and attack them. I just think that would be a really brilliant interaction. Like:
Fit: so, I, uh-I… Pac, uh, there’s uh-I wanted to tell you that, uh, that I-
*eyeball guys appear*
Fit: Oh, goddamit! Can’t I have five minutes? Can’t I just have five fucking minutes to confess my undying love for my roommate? Jesus Christ!