She was wild and free and I envied that. She
could turn her back on the world and not even bat an eyelash about what people thought about her. I envied the idea of not being held down and to be just as free as you. To travel the world and see the sites you have seen, to get tattoos, to make friends, to make risky choices, to get to have memorable scars of adventure instead of memorable scars of misery. So as she sped down the road with her hand on the steering wheel and a cigarette in the other I will watch from the distance with tears streaming down my face not only envying but, remember how much I loved you. - An Adventurous Woman // a.j.j
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Emotions.
RandomAn amateur writer that writes when I'm feeling overwhelmed and low about life. (Sorry for any punctuation or spelling errors)
