Good morning peole xo it's 9am here :-) what's everyone doing ? i'm just tweeting and answering my ask.fm questions , my ask.fm has been spammed by the lovely Mariam Hanisa yesterday xS she asked me like 20 stupid questions lol xp here's her twitter ---> Mariam <3 . hehe :3 so , today is just a normal thursday right ? if u know what I mean . and fyi , muslims don't celebrate valentines day ;) so most of my friends are going to the boarding schools here in Malaysia :( I'm gonna miss them so bad . I only applied one boarding school and that is TKC :) but I didn't get it :( I didn't apply MRSM :/ that's okay , studying in a normal school is just the same xo and my school is a cluster school be jelly peeps xp okay I got to go now // breakfast time , i'm as hungry as a fox ! :D kbyee people :) will post something sooner or later xo
Good morning peole xo it's 9am here :-) what's everyone doing ? i'm just tweeting and answering my ask.fm questions , my ask.fm has been spammed by the lovely Mariam Hanisa yesterday xS she asked me like 20 stupid questions lol xp here's her twitter ---> Mariam <3 . hehe :3 so , today is just a normal thursday right ? if u know what I mean . and fyi , muslims don't celebrate valentines day ;) so most of my friends are going to the boarding schools here in Malaysia :( I'm gonna miss them so bad . I only applied one boarding school and that is TKC :) but I didn't get it :( I didn't apply MRSM :/ that's okay , studying in a normal school is just the same xo and my school is a cluster school be jelly peeps xp okay I got to go now // breakfast time , i'm as hungry as a fox ! :D kbyee people :) will post something sooner or later xo
I was in the winter of my life, and the men I met along the road were my only summer.
At night I fell asleep with visions of myself, dancing and laughing and crying with them.
Three years down the line of being on an endless world tour, and my memories of them were the only things that sustained me, and my only real happy times.
I was a singer - not a very popular one,
I once had dreams of becoming a beautiful poet, but upon an unfortunate series of events saw those dreams dashed and divided like a million stars in the night sky that I wished on over and over again, sparkling and broken.
But I didn't really mind because I knew that it takes getting everything you ever wanted, and then losing it to know what true freedom is.
When the people I used to know found out what I had been doing, how I'd been living, they asked me why - but there's no use in talking to people who have home.
They have no idea what it's like to seek safety in other people - for home to be wherever you lay your head.
I was always an unusual girl.
My mother told me I had a chameleon soul, no moral compass pointing due north, no fixed personality; just an inner indecisiveness that was as wide and as wavering as the ocean...
And if I said I didn't plan for it to turn out this way I'd be lying...
Because I was born to be the other woman.
Who belonged to no one, who belonged to everyone.
Who had nothing, who wanted everything, with a fire for every experience and an obsession for freedom that terrified me to the point that I couldn't even talk about it, and pushed me to a nomadic point of madness that both dazzled and dizzied me.
Every night I used to pray that I’d find my people, and finally I did on the open road.
We had nothing to lose, nothing to gain, nothing we desired anymore, except to make our lives into a work of art.
Live fast. Die young. Be wild. And have fun.
I believe in the person I want to become.
I believe in the freedom of the open road.
And my motto is the same as ever:
"I believe in the kindness of strangers. And when I’m at war with myself I ride, I just ride."
Who are you?
Are you in touch with all of your darkest fantasies?
Have you created a life for yourself where you can experience them?
I have. I am fucking crazy.
But I am free.
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