Tardes de Té

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 taking to people who have a home. They have no idea what it’s like to seek safety in other people, for home to be where ever you lay 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. 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.

-Lana Del Rey, Ride.