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thinkmestrange:

I Live In A World
By Jean Roy

I live in a world
where men would rather fuck me
than ever get the chance to love me.
I live in a world where arms
only want to hold me
to force and sexually control me.
Where my body is an object
to defect and infect
with lustful cocks who only want me for sex.
I…

life-of-an-adolescent:

bluer version of this.

life-of-an-adolescent:

bluer version of this.

fleetsome:

After Sex Song
by fleetsome

Pretentious fuck
And I use this term admirably
You’re a pretentious fuck and I love you for it
It’s what makes us work

Hipster love
I guess you’d call it
Feeling all grown up
We’re not children and you’re not perfect
But maybe that’s enough

Enough, to not be alone
To have someone by your side
Hold your hand and kiss
To go wandering in the forest together
Just to help you live

Your body fills my mind
I feel like you’re a part of me now


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. -ℒ

I was in the winter of my life, and the men I met along the road, were my only summer, and one night I feel asleep with visions of myself dancing laughing and crying with them three years down the line of being on this world tour my memories with 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 I planned an unfortunate series of events so all those dreams died and clashed and divided into 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 everything I 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 have been living, they asked me why, but there’s no use in talking to people that have a home, they have no idea what it’s like to seek safety in other people, for home to be where ever you lie your head, I was always an unusual girl, my mother told me that I had like a million souls , no real compass pointing to 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 women, I belonged to no one, who belonged to everyone, who had nothing, who wanted everything, it was 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 and emetic point of madness that both hassled and dizzied me. I’ve been out on that open road
You can be my full time, daddy
White and gold
Singing blues has been getting old
You can be my full time, baby
Hot or cold

Don’t break me down
I’ve been travelin’ too long
I’ve been trying too hard
With one pretty song

I hear the birds on the summer breeze, I drive fast
I am alone in the night
Been tryin’ hard not to get into trouble, but I
I’ve got a war in my mind
So, I just ride
Just ride, I just ride, I just ride

Dying young and I’m playing hard
That’s the way my father made his life an art
Drink all day and we talk ‘til dark
That’s the way the road doves do it, ride ‘til dark.

Don’t leave me now
Don’t say good bye
Don’t turn around
Leave me high and dry

I hear the birds on the summer breeze, I drive fast
I am alone in the night
Been tryin’ hard not to get in trouble, but I
I’ve got a war in my mind
I just ride
Just ride, I just ride, I just ride

I’m tired of feeling like I’m f-ck-n crazy
I’m tired of driving ‘till I see stars in my eyes
I look up to hear myself saying,
Baby, too much I strive, I just ride

I hear the birds on the summer breeze, I drive fast
I am alone in the night
Been tryin’ hard not to get in trouble, but I
I’ve got a war in my mind
I just ride
Just ride, I just ride, I just ride
every night I used to pray that id 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 country America used to be I believe in the person I want to become, I believe in the freedom of the open world, and that motto is the same as ever, I believe in the kindness of strangers and I’m at war with myself I ride, I just ride, who are you, are you in touch with all your darkest fantasy’s, have you created a life for yourself where you can experience them I have, I am fucking crazy, but I am free.
#lana del rey #ride
whydidyouleavemeallalone:

Please read this…
Yesterday 1010/12, I walked to the top of the highest point of the cliff top in my area. To be honest I planned to die. I planned it for a long time so I went up there and had a bottle of bleach in my pocket, a knife and 70+ pills. I got to the top, no one was around because it was pouring with rain. I sat on a near by bench for an hour for two listening to music and just thinking. I walked to the edge and there were a couple of bunches of flowers and one note poking out of the side of a mound of dirt. I pulled it out and it read:
“Hi Mum. Hope your well. I love you so much and miss you terribly. We’ll be together again one day. Take care Mum. Always on my mind. Love you Andrew. xxxxxxxxx”
My heart sank. This boy has lost his mum. I felt so guilty and sat there for another hour. As much as I hate my life I couldn’t go over the edge after that. Thank you Andrew for writing that note, I’m now home. I buried your note again and went back up that evening and put some flowers.
Please, if you are thinking about taking your own life, think about your friends and family.

whydidyouleavemeallalone:

Please read this…

Yesterday 1010/12, I walked to the top of the highest point of the cliff top in my area. To be honest I planned to die. I planned it for a long time so I went up there and had a bottle of bleach in my pocket, a knife and 70+ pills. I got to the top, no one was around because it was pouring with rain. I sat on a near by bench for an hour for two listening to music and just thinking. I walked to the edge and there were a couple of bunches of flowers and one note poking out of the side of a mound of dirt. I pulled it out and it read:

“Hi Mum. Hope your well. I love you so much and miss you terribly. We’ll be together again one day. Take care Mum. Always on my mind. Love you Andrew. xxxxxxxxx”

My heart sank. This boy has lost his mum. I felt so guilty and sat there for another hour. As much as I hate my life I couldn’t go over the edge after that. Thank you Andrew for writing that note, I’m now home. I buried your note again and went back up that evening and put some flowers.

Please, if you are thinking about taking your own life, think about your friends and family.

my-happiness-diary:

This has got to be the most painful cut i’ve ever ever ever done.
Not physically, but emotionally.
It’s where my wedding ring should’ve been by now…

my-happiness-diary:

This has got to be the most painful cut i’ve ever ever ever done.

Not physically, but emotionally.

It’s where my wedding ring should’ve been by now…