It seems the farther we get from civilization, the more of its rules we leave behind. Its traditions. Its inhibitions. The farther west we travel, the more those rules and customs become a burden.
If everything is what you need, gold can buy it.
I’m a woman. I pick myself up.
I know death now. I’ve seen it. It had no fangs. It smiled at me. And it was beautiful.
I have no home. Which is to say, my home is everywhere.
Freedom. Freedom is accepting consequences. Embracing them. Wrapping them around you like a blanket.
Don’t bother flirting with me. You’re too pretty for me. I prefer to be the pretty one.[to Colton]
