8,472 miles in 30 days. My body hums with the music of the road even when I'm still. As I'm writing this it is close to 4am. I sit in the corner of a truck stop laundry room. Hoodie up. Legs tucked under me to keep warm. The payphone on the wall is my only witness. I don't know what state I'm in. It doesn't matter. Sometimes it's fun not knowing what the name
A Peek of Still Footage from Revolver: One thing I have learned in the past 30 days
Two times now. Fever dreams have brought me to this place. This cloud dotted landscape of mind. The black-eyed susans coming to meet this story of the wild road and open sky. 14 days from now the adventure begins. The abandoned. The ghosts. The hiding places. The secret turns and twists in the road. I will show you them all. But right now, it's YOUR turn
The Wild Road is laid out before me. I follow her onward
I woke up like this. Curled in the back of a rental van in a truck stop parking lot in Wyoming. Give me adventure. Give me this wild life of open roads. I was born with wanderLUST. Day 2: ROAD TRIP STYLE ♥ Black schoolgirl skirt. Worn yesterday, slept in, why take off? ♥ Super Cute "Kim Boekbinder Believes In Me" Shirt. What else do I need? ♥ Oh. Plastic purple bow barrette
Look at a childhood photo of yourself. That little 4 year old me - bright eyes, fists raised, triumphant - has encouraged me and pushed me through my darkest times. I say I don't care what other people think - but that's a lie. I care about what the 4 year old version of me would think about me more than anything. She is my guide
It was in the Red Room. Angels watched over us from the ceiling. We were the only two mortals in the room. He took two golden coins out of his pocket - emblazoned with the carousel horse on one side and "House of the Rock" on the other. He dropped them into the slot and the mechanical orchestra whirreled to life. The sounds of the Dance