The goddess is back.

BITCHES LOVE CAKE.

Happy Halloween.

Jean Paul Gaultier.

El día 26 de octubre, después de una semana agotadora decidimos Raquel, Bea, Laura, Ana y yo bajarnos a Madrid a ver una exposición que habían visto mis padres anteriormente y me la habían recomendado. Me dijeron: os gustará, sí o sí, es mucho vuestro estilo. Y eso hicimos. Cuando entramos las cinco, si no me equivoco, soltamos un woooooow. La visita fue impresionante, aunque con poco tiempo porque nos desalojaron bastante pronto y no tuvimos casi tiempo de admirar aquellas obras de arte. Se compone de diferentes estilos en cada sala y son todos increíbles. En especial, cuando entré a la sala donde simula a un pase de modelos, la piel se me puso de gallina. Os la recomiendo muy mucho, ¡además es gratis!  Sólo tenéis que hacer cola para coger vuestras entradas y entrar a la hora que comienza tu turno, eso sí, intentar ir pronto porque cierran a las 8 y casi no da tiempo a nada si no. Está en la fundación Mapfre, en Recoletos nº 23. 

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Un día como otro cualquiera.

#BAABWORLDRECORD

Ride.

I was in the winter of my life- and the men I met along the road were my only summer. At night I fell sleep with vision of myself dancing and laughing and crying with them. Three years down the line of being on an endless world tour and memories of them were the only things that sustained me, and my only real happy times. I was a singer, not very popular one, who once has dreams of becoming a beautiful poet- but upon an unfortunate series of events saw those dreams dashed and divided like million stars in the night sky that I wished on over and over again- sparkling and broken. But I really didn’t 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 lied you 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 indecisiviness 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. I belonged to no one- who belonged to everyone, who had nothing- who wanted everything with a fire for every experience and an obssesion 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 dazzlez and dizzied me.

Every night I used to pray that I’d find my people- and finally I did- on the open road. We have 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 belive 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 your darkest fantasies?
Have you created a life for yourself where you’re free to experience them?
I have.
I AM FUCKING CRAZIE. BUT I AM FREE.