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ukulele by disneyaddict326 from youtube :)

I wish I can play the ukulele by myself, but I can’t… so yeah

I remember my friend asked me “sudah di post di tumblr?” “apanya yang di post?” “kalau kamu jadian lagi sekarang…” “oh… belum” iya, yang tanya citra. Iya citra wulandari.

Saya juga kurang paham, sebenarnya publikasi di tumblr itu bukan keharusan. Tapi Ini lebih ke arah keinginan pribadi, biar seimbang, umum, sih, Seperti dalam berteman kita berbagi cerita senang dan sedih, kabar baik dan kabar buruk, kedua-duanya dibagi, tidak hanya satu sisi yang pada akhirnya terbagi secara sadar.

Okay, jadi laki-laki yang ada di foto dia atas namanya Relie. Dia alien dari merkurius (dia sendiri yang bilang ini haha♥). Sudah jalan 38 hari, kalau hari ini dihitung. Dengan dia, semua rasanya beda. Berjalan bersama dia, rasanya lain. Klisenya, mungkin kali ini hati saya benar-benar jatuh. iya, pada dia. Jangan, jangan tanya bagaimana ceritanya, saya juga bingung mau mulai dari mana. Tapi kami berdua setuju kalau selama proses untuk sampai sini kami sama-sama kecele 

Terlalu dini untuk saya menulis lebih. Masih banyak yang harus dipastikan dan dijalani. Kedepan mungkin sulit, mungkin banyak intervensi, dan banyak kemungkinan-kemungkinan lain. Saya sudah tau semuanya sejak saya bilang iya waktu itu. Saya juga sudah katakan dari awal, dengan kamu semuanya beda. 

Dia bukan tepat tipikal laki-laki yang ada di dalam kepala ini untuk menjaga saya, dan saya juga bukan tepat tipikal perempuan yang ada di dalam kepala itu untuk ada disamping dia. But I love him, anyway. Saya tetap ada pada konsep lama itu, bahwa pada akhirnya eksepsi itu akan selalu ada.

I met him. and it has been 38 days. 38 exquisite days. 

“The past wasn’t made to be forgotten, the past was made for us to learn from. We’re making a new book now. you are my new book”, he said.

please, do stay ♥

Lana Del Rey - Ride

(monologue) 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 a dreams of becoming a beautiful poet, but upon an unfortunate series of events some of 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.

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 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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