stevie nicks journal


“Once in a great while, a friend comes along, that perfect person that simply brings joy to your life and never asks for very much in return. Those friends think they give you nothing because what they do give you is SO precious that sometimes it can hardly ever be seen. And so it goes the way of all beautiful things, sometimes unappreciated for their souls, because after so many years there aren’t even words anymore. We simply wear tiny crystal antennae at all times. (I hope our Lily of the Valley understands this someday)”

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August 24, 1977. One more time, on the plane. As usual, Lindsey is his usual asshole self. I am slowly coming to the conclusion that Lindsey and I are at an end. So sad to see good love go bad. Seattle. Worried about Christine. Wishing some spiritual guidance would come from somewhere. Where are the crystal visions when I need them?‘
—  Stevie Nicks reading from her journal, November 1997