Heyya people . Done studying MATHS . Erghh my head hurts . Solving problems -_- Btw , I'M ON A TWITLIMIT NOW , that's why i'm here :( okay , I talked to simsimi just now . look what he/she said . awwww that's so freaking cute . so some of my friends are spamming my twitter . Afrina . You'll know her at my previous post . We like spamming each other at ask.fm <3 we have swaggg . And she will call me MRS.SYKES and I'll call her MRS.BIEBER . Fair enough . erghh I hate twitlimits . and it's my fault for tweeting to much today . erghhh .facebook is kinda boring now so I went here(blog) . ummm , if u want a shoutout or something , just leave your link at that chitchat box and give me your name , I'll give u a shoutout . your twitter , blog or your ask.fm , just leave your link and I'll give u a shoutout at my next post :) so what are u guys doing now ? me ? i'm just scrolling my twitter timeline :-) yeah now facetiming with my bestfriend Mariam :D I miss her ohh ~ I got to go . OKAY BYEEEEEEEEE :) xoxo
Heyya people . Done studying MATHS . Erghh my head hurts . Solving problems -_- Btw , I'M ON A TWITLIMIT NOW , that's why i'm here :( okay , I talked to simsimi just now . look what he/she said . awwww that's so freaking cute . so some of my friends are spamming my twitter . Afrina . You'll know her at my previous post . We like spamming each other at ask.fm <3 we have swaggg . And she will call me MRS.SYKES and I'll call her MRS.BIEBER . Fair enough . erghh I hate twitlimits . and it's my fault for tweeting to much today . erghhh .facebook is kinda boring now so I went here(blog) . ummm , if u want a shoutout or something , just leave your link at that chitchat box and give me your name , I'll give u a shoutout . your twitter , blog or your ask.fm , just leave your link and I'll give u a shoutout at my next post :) so what are u guys doing now ? me ? i'm just scrolling my twitter timeline :-) yeah now facetiming with my bestfriend Mariam :D I miss her ohh ~ I got to go . OKAY BYEEEEEEEEE :) xoxo
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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