{"quotes":[{"text":"As is the curse of Humanity. We constantly rediscover the old and sing platitudes of its newness.","author":"J.D. Brewer","tags":["cycles","humanity","repetition","sequel","the-birth-of-anarchy","vagabond"],"id":9603,"author_id":"J.D.+Brewer"},{"text":"People keep asking what I do for a living and I keep saying that I don’t believe in making a living. That it’s a concept that has been twisted. I tell them I believe in making a life and money is a distracting object if there’s anything left at the end of the day and I just want to go on well. Make it through the day. So I smile and raise my glass and they laugh and take my hand, saying ”here’s to the youth”, pointing at me. And I might just be youngand naivefor I still believe in the freedom of choiceof how to spend your life.So they toast to the youth, who still think she’s free, and that’s all fine by me.","author":"Charlotte Eriksson","tags":["berlin","drinks","drunk","free","freedom","growing-up","life","location-independent","making-a-living","money","nomadic","self-reliance","songwriter","unemployment","vagabond","wanderer","youth"],"id":27422,"author_id":"Charlotte+Eriksson"},{"text":"I know where nowhere is, I know where nowhere leads, it's the place you go when you have nothing left to lose but you.","author":"Jenim Dibie","tags":["lost","vagabond","wanderer"],"id":45746,"author_id":"Jenim+Dibie"},{"text":"His love for me seemed to overflow my limits by its flood of wealth and service. But my necessity was more for giving than foe receiving; for love is a vagabond, who can make his flowers bloom in the wayside dust, better than in the crystal jars kept in the drawing-room.","author":"Rabindranath Tagore","tags":["flowers","love","marriage","metaphor","relationships","spouses","vagabond"],"id":48588,"author_id":"Rabindranath+Tagore"},{"text":"Well, at least this is what I told myself every day as I fell asleep with the fire still burning and the moon shining high up in the sky and my head spinning comforting from two bottles of wine, and I smiled with tears in my eyes because it was beautiful and so god damn sad and I did not know how to be one of those without the other.","author":"Charlotte Eriksson","tags":["asleep","beautiful","bottles","expat","eyes","gypsy","happy","hope","lost","moon","nomad","on-the-road","prose","road","sad","smile","spinning","story","storyteller","tears","the-road","tour","tour-life","travel","travel-essays","travel-poetry","traveller","tumblr-poet","vagabond","vagabonding","wanderer","wandering","wine","young"],"id":50213,"author_id":"Charlotte+Eriksson"},{"text":"We'd seen it a million times before, since girls on the Tracks rarely knew of loyalty. She'd be gone when the breeze got under her skin. 'You can't trust Vagabond hearts. They are already so broken that they think nothing of breaking yours,' he had explained once. I wondered who was the first to break his heart–where he'd gained that knowledge the first time around.","author":"J.D. Brewer","tags":["broken-hearts","loyalty","the-tracks","trains","trust","vagabond","vagabond-hearts","vagabonds"],"id":89274,"author_id":"J.D.+Brewer"},{"text":"Never take offense. Even if someone is robbing you blind, it’s usually nothing personal. Survival is a funny thing, and we all react differently to it. Some react to fear and forget to be human and humane, but that doesn’t mean they have malicious intentions. People have different boundaries, and I promise to respect yours, hon.","author":"J.D. Brewer","tags":["boundaries","dystopian","dystopian-fiction","dystopian-romance","dystopian-science-fiction","fear","human","humane","humanity","respecting-boundaries","science-fiction","taking-offense","vagabond"],"id":139562,"author_id":"J.D.+Brewer"},{"text":"The passion for travelling is, I believe, instinctive in some natures. We have seen men persevere in their enterprises against the most formidable obstacles; and, without means or friends, and even ignorant of the languages of the various countries through which they passed, pursue their perilous journeys into remote places, until, like the knight in the Arabian tale, they succeeded in snatching a memorial from every shrine they visited.","author":"James Holman","tags":["arabian-tale","travel","vagabond","wander"],"id":165752,"author_id":"James+Holman"},{"text":"Am I making something worth while?I’m not sure.I write and I sing and I hear words from time to time about my life and choices making ways, into other lives, other hearts,but am I making something worth while?I’m not sure.There was a boy last night who I never spoke to because I was too drunk and still shy, but mostly lonely, and I couldn’t find anything lightly to say,so I simply walked awaybut still wondered what he did with his lifebecause he didn’t even speak to meor look at mebut still made me wonder who he wasand I walked away askingAm I making something worth while?I am not sure.I am a complicated person with a simple lifeand I am the reason for everything that ever happened to me.","author":"Charlotte Eriksson","tags":["bar","boy","complicated","create","creating","diary","drunk","expat","heart","journal","life","lives","living","lonely","meaning","nomad","nomadic","on-the-road","on-writing","poetry","prose","reasons","silence","simple","sing","singer","singing","spoke-to","travelling","vagabond","walk-away","wanderlust","words","writer"],"id":172413,"author_id":"Charlotte+Eriksson"},{"text":"The times on the open road with all the unknown ahead were the times I was happiest and most secure, with people who knew our core and lived solely for the purpose of unmediated experiences and love, from which purpose itself is born. Not the distant idea of life, love and purpose dirtied by constructs.","author":"Jackie Haze","tags":["convention","core","experience","free-spirit","freedom","life","life-and-living","love","nomad","open-road","purpose","status-quo","travel","unconventional","vagabond","values"],"id":173589,"author_id":"Jackie+Haze"}],"pagination":{"page":1,"page_size":10,"total":26,"pages":3,"next":"?page=2\u0026page_size=10"}}