i feel if james dean was to be epitomised by three words it would be: charismatic, reckless and misunderstood.
and i feel that’s how i’d sum myself up in many ways.
electric. he didn’t care about the ramifications of anything he done.
his moody expressions polished off his look along with the cigarette, motorbike and leather jacket which encapsulated his style.
i appreciate him so much. he’s iconic and i’m so intrigued by him.
he’s inspirational. that je ne sais quoi he had.
nobody understands my thirst for escape, recklessness and living outside the confines of what society deems acceptable. everyone thinks i’m weird and my head is up in the clouds but i know that i can achieve things and anything’s possible if i really believe in it.
i want to meet people that will leave me refreshed and appreciate my personality so much more, my traits. i want to bond with someone over the interests i have and not be made to feel strange about it.
so many wants. so many needs. so many thoughts.
james dean’s last ever signature was on a speeding ticket for speeding at over 65mph in a 55mph zone