well, i believe that love is a living thing || born into our destinies, from a single moment of inspiration ||| and as it grows it changes your life forever || but, if i were you, i would take the love i’m giving to you

money, who needs it? let me live my life free and easy. put a toothbrush in my hand and let me be a travellin’ woman… cos i’m a road runner baby, can’t stay in one place too long, i’m a road runner baby.

fleetwood mac

captured—dreams:

gypsy spell

so, I’m back to the velvet underground | back to the floor that I love | to a room with some lace and paper flowers ||| back to the gypsy that I was.

GYPSY by Fleetwood Mac

so I’m back to the velvet underground, back to the floor that I love. to a room with some lace and paper flowers… back to the gypsy that I was.

back to the gypsy… that remains. she faces freedom with little fear. I have no fear, I have only love.

she is dancing away from you now. she was just a wish… and her memory is all that is left for you now. oh, you see your gypsy.