domingo, 27 de enero de 2013,1/27/2013 11:38:00 p. m.
Embrujada
Pensé que ya había descubierto tu forma de ser pero algo ha ido terriblemente mal.
1/27/2013 11:05:00 p. m.
American
You make me crazy, you make me wild.
1/27/2013 10:41:00 p. m.
Charlie
January 25, 1992
Dear friend,
I feel great! I really mean it. I have to remember this for the next time I'm having a terrible week. Have you ever done that? You feel really bad, and then it goes away, and you don't know why. I try to remind myself when I feel great like this than there will be another terrible week coming someday, so I should store up as many great details as I can, so during the next terrible week, I can remember those details and believe that I'll feel great again. It doesn't work a lot, but I think it's very important to try.
1/27/2013 10:17:00 p. m.
Something
1/27/2013 03:17:00 a. m.
Agustus Waters
Estoy enamorado de ti y no estoy en la situación de negarme el simple placer de decir verdades. Estoy enamorado de ti, y sé que el amor es un grito en el vacío, y sé que el olvido es inevitable, y que estamos todos condenados y que llegará un día en que todo nuestro trabajo volverá al polvo, y que el sol se tragará la única tierra que alguna vez tendremos, y que estoy enamorado de ti.
1/27/2013 03:00:00 a. m.
Hold on to who you love
You chose to keep your teenage tragedy, in lieu of their romantic pallet.
1/27/2013 02:24:00 a. m.
Ride
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, who 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 had been living — they asked me why. But there’s no use in talking to people who have a home, They have no idea what it’s like to seek safety in other people, for home to be wherever you lie 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 that I didn’t plan for it to turn out this way, I’d be lying — because I was born to be the other woman. I 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 — 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 a work of art.
Live fast. Die Young. Be Wild. And Have Fun.
I believe in the country America used to be. 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’re free to experience them? I have. I am fucking crazy... but I am free.