DET FINNS MER DET FINNS MER DET ÄR VI SOM BESTÄMMER

låt dig inte luras. låt dig aldrig luras av alla. alla. som fått nog av livet. att få nog av livet. att få nog av livet och vad livet innehåller är miserabelt. få aldrig nog av livet.

 

vem har lurat alla barnen? dethär är inte allt som finns. det finns mer det finns mer.

idag cyklade jag barfota på en oändlig landsväg, idag somnade jag i solen. idag fick jag världens finaste brev på posten.

Anna-molly

tonight I listening to Incubus. It’s so, so self-destructive. I always think of  my x-bestie. This gigantic necessary war.

My mum told me today, he cries.

I just want to hug him, & tell him. How much I have,  still does, miss him.

I wish I could see you, like the first time I lay my eyes on you

it’s the way it’s

it’s the way you search after my hand

 

it’s the way you look this night

it’s the way you tell me that I am cute tonight

It’s the way you smell In the morning.

 

I can’t

tomma ord för döva öron, I say, empty words for deaf ears.

today I skip school. Pollen is eating me, and I go around with a open mouth and heavy breath, my noose flow and my eyes are so small that you barely can se them. Fun. I used not to be this allergic, and it is so much worse than the last year, I hope this isn’t a trend, so  that I am not even sicker next year.  whinywhinywhiny.

I talk with a friend in my phonie this night, my friend told me stop be so insecure and stop say sorry for everything. He also said that I am vainglorious.  Then we talk about lists and memoriers, then we said goodnight. This isn’t important at all, but, whatevs.

This spring has been special in that way, so many people have been so unbelievable off and vainglorious. Probably it’s depends on my ugly haircut.

I don’t feel her love the way I used to feel it, she doesn’t appreciate me the way she used to. Outside the holy box, the holy heart.

I have take som nice pics,  they make me happy when I look at them. Someday I will upload some of  them here. not today, maybe last week.

BYE!

magpie, yes indeed. dork.

The worst taste in humans is the thing in peoples brains, that makes them to stop saying hello, just for you don’t hang anymore or the fact that they are so incredibly insecure. I hate it.

but the weather is freakin glorious.

the best part with having a own blog is that i can write whatever i want to, because i own my own blog, and i dont have any readers, so it dont matter. if you dont like it, do as i say to the agony to do. bye,

well hallo,

I have this feeling of totally despair. I dont know whats wrong with my head, I can’t stand this. my heart is breaking in so many pieces, and I feel a intense smell of garlic from my mouth,

 and I dont know why. I dont know why. it’s not like I have eaten garlic and now feel surprised about the smell, no, the smell is constantly in my mouth. yeah, no, pain in the ass. terrible smell in the mouth. a spot called Karin on my cheek. ugly clothes that is out of fashion and smell of dearly sweat.

agony, screw you.  I hate you. I will ignore you. Try. Sucess. I choose to make this day to a good day. I will focus on stuart murdochs beautiful and charming voice and all the fantastic words and stories that comes out from his (not smell of garlic) mouth.

agony, eat poop.  gooday,

27jan inspirationskälla

du kommer i ett mellanrum söndag efter lunch stannar till måndag efter frukost. du lånar min säng och använder min platttång. du trycker näsan i min hårbotten och håller mig kvar.

inspirationskälla.

 

26jan 11.43

det är vinter ute
min hud är fnasig protesterar
jag river loss min hud
ser mig i spegeln
låser in mig på skolans unisextoalett
river loss hud
telefonen ringer den är på ljudlös
vibrationen slår mot golvet
jag får magvärk inte telefonen nu igen
det är min syster
magen besvärar mig
två ord
sen puss
åter till min hud
vet du om att jag förvränger verkligheten
vad jag än säger
skriver
fiktion
vet du om det?

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de är vänner nu jag svär på det sättet
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