And all of a sudden she knew the answer to her question all too well. If she had acted like them she could not have defended a single one of her actions and could not have condemned them harshly enough. It was as if her sorrow and pain finally assumed their rightful place. No. What they had done was not good enough. And if one had the power to put it to right it was one's duty to do so - for the sake of other towns, for the sake of humanity. And not least for the sake of the human being that was grace herself.

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 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.

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.

in the darkest night hour

i'll search through the crowd

your face is all that i see 

i'll give you everything

baby love me lights out

Oia, Greece

“When we are no longer able to change a situation, we are challenged to change ourselves.”

“The last of the human freedoms is to choose one’s attitude in any given set of circumstances.”

“Some day soon, perhaps in forty years, there will be no one alive who has ever known me. That’s when I will be truly dead - when I exist in no one’s memory. I thought a lot about how someone very old is the last living individual to have known some person or cluster of people. When that person dies, the whole cluster dies,too, vanishes from the living memory. I wonder who that person will be for me. Whose death will make me truly dead?”

And i'm not sure why i'm infatuated with death

My imagination is surely an aggravation of threats

I woke up this morning and figured i'd call you

In case I'm not here tomorrow

I'm hoping that I can borrow a piece of mind 

I'm behind on what's really important 

My mind is really distorted 

I find nothing but trouble in my life 

I'm fortunate you believe in a dream

and when the lights shut off

and it's my turn to settle down 

my main concern

promise that you will sing about me 

promise that you will sing about me