Tuesday, September 28, 2010
Sunday, September 19, 2010
/// ALLTID RÄTT
ETT HJÄRTA ÄR ALLTID RÖTT ETT HJÄRTA HAR ALLTID RÄTT.
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THE HEART IS ALWAYS RED THE HEART IS ALWAYS RIGHT.
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THE HEART IS ALWAYS RED THE HEART IS ALWAYS RIGHT.
Thursday, September 16, 2010
/// e
i saw eirik again today. the last time i saw him was winter, when i saw him off that cold march day at sodermalm, with his car and all his things and me and andy standing by the sidewalk. i gave him a snickers bar and bursted into tears. i remember what he said: he's leaving not because of me, but because of him.
and now he's here and he's back and he's pulling me off my feet. when i saw him through the glass window of the library, i felt tears running down my face. he had longer hair now, lighter because of the summer. he bought me lebanese lunch and we sat there, thinking of what i should do. we went to kaffe bar in mariatorget and i felt like i was in europe, mainland europe, like amsterdam or berlin or vienna. he gave me danger mouse and sparkle horse. he said the most important thing is to look after myself. everything else is secondary. i have to think of what's best for me. it's critical, everyone is selfish. i can't afford to be not selfish right now. and that there is always a place for me. there is a place for me here, but we don't know where it is, but THERE IS.
it's only the end of the beginning, we counted it back in cafe string. and it's true, it wasn't the end. i saw him again, and again. and now we are still here.
and he promised me, this feeling, it won't be like this for long. it will go away.
but i have to do something.
and now he's here and he's back and he's pulling me off my feet. when i saw him through the glass window of the library, i felt tears running down my face. he had longer hair now, lighter because of the summer. he bought me lebanese lunch and we sat there, thinking of what i should do. we went to kaffe bar in mariatorget and i felt like i was in europe, mainland europe, like amsterdam or berlin or vienna. he gave me danger mouse and sparkle horse. he said the most important thing is to look after myself. everything else is secondary. i have to think of what's best for me. it's critical, everyone is selfish. i can't afford to be not selfish right now. and that there is always a place for me. there is a place for me here, but we don't know where it is, but THERE IS.
it's only the end of the beginning, we counted it back in cafe string. and it's true, it wasn't the end. i saw him again, and again. and now we are still here.
and he promised me, this feeling, it won't be like this for long. it will go away.
but i have to do something.
Saturday, September 11, 2010
Thursday, September 09, 2010
Wednesday, September 08, 2010
/// systerobror
Mardin and I went to Systerobror again this afternoon, the first time since winter. It made me so happy, just sitting there in the sun, enjoying the most amazing kannelbulle in my entire life. Like warm honey. We sat on the lounge sofas outside, closed our eyes and faced the sun, squinting at each other once in awhile. Listening to his droning voice is one of the most comforting things I know. Sister and brother, that's what systerobror means.
"You gonna be alright. There's nothing you can't handle."
"You gonna be alright. There's nothing you can't handle."
Tuesday, September 07, 2010
/// pink suitcase
i can pack my life in less than one hour.
here we go, don't be afraid.
KAYA LAHAT NI ANGEL. KAHIT ANO!
here we go, don't be afraid.
KAYA LAHAT NI ANGEL. KAHIT ANO!
Monday, September 06, 2010
/// skårgård
andy called me this morning and asked me about the archipelago, which boats to take, which islands to go to.. i love how my swedish friends are asking me information about stockholm! :)
i remember grinda, and the first time i was there, it felt like heaven. and afterwards, when i needed a happy place to go back to in my head, i close my eyes and think of grinda. now i close my eyes and think of people. sometimes i don't even have to close them anymore, because they are there.
someday you and me, we're going to grinda.
i remember grinda, and the first time i was there, it felt like heaven. and afterwards, when i needed a happy place to go back to in my head, i close my eyes and think of grinda. now i close my eyes and think of people. sometimes i don't even have to close them anymore, because they are there.
someday you and me, we're going to grinda.
Sunday, September 05, 2010
Friday, September 03, 2010
Thursday, September 02, 2010
/// the hague
The Hague by Cats on Fire
Looking for something to fully embrace
Is how I think I will spend the rest of my days
These are my ideals
If you don't like them, I might have to change them
My way is the right way if there's a lover in the end
Looking for something to fully embrace
Is how I think I will spend the rest of my days
These are my ideals
If you don't like them, I might have to change them
My way is the right way if there's a lover in the end
Wednesday, September 01, 2010
/// in my head, i'm with you..
midnight snack: hagel slaag on polar bread, pineapple orange juice and warm thoughts of you. stomach flips and heart leaps.
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