Ride. Just Ride.

Art by Harumi Hironaka

” 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 a home.
They have no idea what it’s like to seek safety in other people – for home to be wherever you lay your head.

Image via Pinterest.

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.

Art by Free-man12 on deviantart.

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 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 can experience them?
I have. I am fucking crazy.
But I am free. ”

Image via Pinterest.

Words by Lana Del Rey ‘Ride’.

Click on the video below to experience the beauty of Lana’s art.

Video via LanaDelReyVEVO on YouTube.


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Kamalini Govender

I'm that girl that looks badass in her black boots reading Gothic Psychoanalytic Lit but really just wants to pew pew pew with someone.

5 thoughts on “Ride. Just Ride.”

  1. Wow just wow, this has touched me on so many levels and I absolutely needed that in this down feeling day of mine.
    I am definitely your people my friend and like you I dream and work towards creating a life that is feee. And I am that fucking crazy, I have a war bonnet to prove it.
    The lyrics touched my soul and without stealing your post, I would like to utilize the video and lyrics for one of my own.
    You are such an amazing woman my friend and you always leave me feeling better after I visit your blog and read your amazing words. You redirect me when I’m lost and you remind me always how truly lucky I am that our paths have crossed.
    Beautiful and amazing work as always. My soul feels so connected to yours, I hope I do get to meet you some day. Much love xoxoxo

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    1. I don’t think it’s strange or a coincidence that we crossed cyber paths. The universe has a way of pulling souls together so that they may learn from each other and guide each other. You have been such an inspiration for me on my lowest days. Reminding me of the deeper things in life, of the beauty that exists within ourselves and others, and how nurturing nature can be. I should be thanking you! I’m so glad you enjoyed Lana’s music (she is possibly my favorite singer) and her words are often like truthful stings on open wounds…wounds that are there to remind one that healing and love isn’t too far away. This world is crazy. Love is crazy. Find your own individual meaning and run free with your unique craziness…first thing I wanna get when I reach your end of the world is a war bonnet!!! 😀 Hope you are having a dazzling day my friend!

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      1. I don’t even know what to say and your words are magic as always. You are right and our souls are connected, understanding each other without words. You always speak from my soul and you have a way of knowing. We find comfort in lyrics and in all things, big and small around us.
        You will definitely have to get a war bonnet and for me it is my own unique craziness. A symbol to be a warrior, to be strong and to fight for my beliefs. To endure and to hang in there, to remember that the stars can’t shine without darkness while we battle our storms. I had a very dark day yesterday and visiting your blog left me feeling better as well as hopeful. And today even on this rainy, gloomy day, the sun shines once more for me. Thank you my sweet soul sister. Xoxoxo ❤

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      2. The dark days make those bright days so much more worth it. Our ability to feel is what makes us human…so don’t ever let go of that (whether it’s a gloomy day type of feeling or sheer happiness). I feel so happy that I can make a difference to the special people I’ve come to know across the planet. Thank you so much for your continued support…it means so much to me. Go out there and be completely and utterly FIERCE like a true moon warrior 😉 (insert howl)

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