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Hey Max *^* It's you're bby Bleu. I love you so much, and you're super amazing. Sometimes you don't see how amazing you are and that makes me pretty sad. But I am glad I can be here to remind you just how amazing you are. You're super funny and cute and I love you so much *^* You're perf, such a qt. Me you and Lucy are the three sumin sumin... yeah so I love you! :D -Sky
I was in the winter of my life- and the men I met along the road were my only summer. At night I fell sleep 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 very popular one, I once has dreams of becoming a beautiful poet- but upon an unfortunate series of events saw those dreams dashed and divided like million stars in the night sky that I wished on over and over again- sparkling and broken. But I didn't really mind it 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 theres no use in talking to people who have a home, they have no idea what its like to seek safety in other people, for home to be wherever you lied you head. I was always an unusual girl, my mother told me that I had a chameleon soul. No moral compass pointing me due north, no fixed personality. Just an inner indecisiveness that was as wide as wavering as the ocean. And if I said that I didn't plan for it to turn out this way Id 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 Id find my people- and finally I did- on the open road. We have 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. 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 Im at war with myself, I Ride. I Just Ride. Who are you? Are you in touch with all your darkest fantasies? Have you created a life for yourself where youre free to experience them? I Have. I Am Fking Crazy. But I Am Free. - Lana Del Rey (Ride-Monologe)
11 painful things: 1. Bringing back feelings you've learned to forget 2. Reminiscing the good things 3. Trying to hide what you really feel 4. Loving someone who loves another 5. Having a commitment with someone but know it won't last 6. Shielding you heart to love somebody 7. Loving a person to much 8. Right love at the wrong time 9. Taking risks to fall in love 10. Accepting that it was never meant to be 11. "what if's"