JewrHitlerious

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Last Login: 09/13/2013 6:55 pm

Registered: 06/24/2009

Gender: Female

Birthday: 05/17/1996

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I'm ******** crazy, but at least im free

Fernanda.
17.
Im a free spirit with demons.
******** me/ off / you / them / the world
]Live fast. Die young. Be wild. And have fun.
I have issues and dark secrets, but don't we all? that's what puts a little bit of spice in our lives ;D
Darling love me until the sun come up, love me until the heavens stop shinning, love me until i take my last breath, because i will.


Wining and dining, drinking and driving excessive buying, overdosin', dyin',
On our drugs and our love,and our dreams and our rage blurring the lines,
Between real and the fake, dark and lonely, I need somebody to hold me.


I believe in the kindness of strangers.

Who are you? Are you in touch with all of your darkest fantasies?

I'm ******** crazy. But i'm free.

I'm tired of feeling like i'm ******** crazy.


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.


Stalkers

 
 
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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 <span id="adtext_6" class="adtext"><span id="adtext_6" class="adtext">happy times</span></span>.
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 home.
They have no idea what it's like to seek safety in other people - for home to be wherever you lay 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 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.

I have an Unhealthy obsession with Lana Del Rey <3

Is me :D

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