Reblogged
“Bjork” (1995) ◆ Blue-hour confessions on bedroom floor
"I lived on the streets in London in 1971. I did go home to my mother's occasionally, to have a bath and get something to eat, so maybe I wasn't quite on the streets as some of the people I knew, but I did it because I wanted to. It was a way for me to recover, something I needed to do. I always talk about this, and I talk about it quite a bit because it was such a big experience for me. What I liked about being on the streets was the anonymity—nobody knew me, nobody cared. I made friends there, and they were really nice. I hoped I wouldn't make it. At that time, when I was living on the streets, I also became very anorexic, and when I look back now, I can see that I just wanted to fade away. I didn't want to come back. I was surprised when, finally, in 1985, I took an overdose and my heart stopped. In that moment, the thing that came to me was that I wanted to live. I wanted to stay and do the things I'm doing. Nobody could have been more amazed than me."