#my mother told me i had a chameleon soul
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glittergroovy · 9 months ago
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bloodgutsangelcakes · 2 months ago
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i was always an unusual girl my mother told me that 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
lana del rey, ride monologue
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semiotextiana · 1 year ago
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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 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 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 that 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. 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.
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floridakilo · 5 months ago
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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 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 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 its 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 that I had a chameleon soul No moral compass pointing due north No fixed personality Just an inner indecisivenessthat 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 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
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222getsomebitches · 8 months ago
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When the people I knew
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 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...
I'm fucking crazy, but I am free
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youngestdaughtersyndrome · 1 year ago
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i mean honestly? 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 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. 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.
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kvtnisseverdeen · 1 year ago
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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.
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angelmoonnnn · 5 months ago
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I was always an unusual girl my mother told me that 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
This part of the ride monologue>>>>
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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 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 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 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.
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.
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riahgirlblogger · 8 months ago
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I read the ride monologue everyday and pretend it was written by me bc I relate to it on the inside so much. Especially this part 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 its 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 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 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
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glittergroovy · 8 months ago
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Ride - Lana Del Rey
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heartnala · 1 month ago
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"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…"
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dear-diary-of-disaster · 2 years ago
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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.
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.
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.
⸻ Ninya Tonkin a.k.a. "Ivy"• 24, bold & blonde walking Chaos, Callgirl by choice and always in the mood for some trouble.
{Ooc: Novelist, open for plotting, texts in german, FSK 21, On/Off character since 2011.
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hibiscusbabyboy · 6 months ago
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"I was always an unusual girl. My mother told me I had a chameleon soul"
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tamurakafkaposts · 2 years ago
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"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.” ― Lana Del Rey
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wallflowerjill1 · 1 year ago
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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.
~Lana Del Rey
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