2.28.2008

What if I'm nothing more than a line in a song?


What if I'm nothing more than a brain in a vat.

Tomorrow is a day that only occurs each fourth year, pretty amazing. Soapy bubbles, chocolate and sunshine.

71.16% have loved someone who didn't love them back. 38.63% closed their eyes and pretended to kiss someone else.

Listening to Paramore. Love them. Misery business, crushcrushcrush.

Paramore - Breathe

Breathe for love tomorrow
Cause there's no hope for today
Breathe for love tomorrow
Cause maybe there's another way

I climb, I slip, I fall
Reaching for your hands
But I lay here all alone
Sweating all your blood

Anberlin - Paperthin Hymns

When your only friends are hotel rooms
Hands are distant lullabies
If I could turn around I would tonight

These roads never seemed so long
Since your paper heart stopped beating leaving me suddenly alone
Will daybreak ever come?

Who's gonna call on Sunday morning?
Who's gonna drive you home?
I just want one more chance
To put my arms in fragile hands

I thought you said forever
Over and over
A sleepless night becomes bitter oblivion

These thoughts run through my head
Over and over
Complaints of violins become my only friends

August evenings
Bring solemn warnings
To remember to kiss the ones you love goodnight

You never know what temporal days may bring
Laugh, love, live free and sing
When life is in discord
Praise ye the lord

2.26.2008

Confessions of a drug addict


I just love this text about sugar (and I love sugar very much too):
"The health dangers which ingesting sugar on an habitual basis creates are certain. Simple sugars have been observed to aggravate asthma, move mood swings, provoke personality changes, muster mental illness, nourish nervous disorders, deliver diabetes, hurry heart disease, grow gallstones, hasten hypertension, and add arthritis."

Brilliant! Personality changes. What do you say to that?

Did you also know that because glucose and vitamin C have kinda the same structure, they compete with eachother entering a cell since they use the same mediator to get in, so if there is more glucose around, there will be less vitamin C. Bye bye immune system!

And holy fuck, I'm getting paranoid about my daily tea intake, I use a teaspoon honey in each cup. Just look at this: "Honey has the highest calorie content of all sugars with 65 calories/tablespoon."

Also found an article called "Sugar: Pure, White and Deadly" What the hell, are they talking about nazis??

Another favourite of mine: caffeine!
"It's often used to stay awake longer -- college students and drivers use it to stay awake late into the night. Many people feel as though they "cannot function" in the morning without a cup of coffee to provide caffeine and the boost it gives them.
Caffeine is an addictive drug. Among its many actions, it operates using the same mechanisms that amphetamines, cocaine, and heroin use to stimulate the brain. On a spectrum, caffeine's effects are more mild than amphetamines, cocaine and heroin, but it is manipulating the same channels, and that is one of the things that gives caffeine its addictive qualities. If you feel like you cannot function without it and must consume it every day, then you are addicted to caffeine."

Hi, I'm E. I'm a drug addict. (prolly more than half this continent are drug addicts! haha)

Anyways. My point with all this (blame biology class, we were forced to drink Coke and measure our blood pressure) was to say: Life is too short to not have a kickass time!! More drugs to the people!! Long live sugar!! Cheaper coffee, Sugar Wednesdays!! Hallonsoda, you fucking rock!! And my old friend chocolate, who would I be without you (seriously, personality changes is the shit).

2.25.2008

80th Annual Academy Awards


Sat up all night watching the Oscars. Bad screen time for us in Sweden.
The host, John Stewart, was hilarious, perfect! He's brilliant. Many political jokes, one I quite enjoyed about the movies made about the war in Iraq, "DO NOT REMOVE THE MOVIES FROM THE CINEMAS, WE CANNOT LET THE AUDIENCE WIN!" (what does it sound like?) And also: "Atonement catches the raw sexuality of Yom Kippur" That one was just fucking random and i was laughing my ass off. Other jokes was about the election ("have you decided which democrat to vote for?") and that Barack Hussein Obama (which rhymes with "Usama") has his name against him, but that is nothing compared to a politician called "Gaydolf Titler" (lmao) who "had some good ideas, but you know, he had his name against him".
"And the baby goes to..." Talk of the town was the writers strike is finally over (thanks to the Oscars?) and Hollywood pregnancy (Cate Blanchett and Jessica Alba among others).
Javier Bardem got best actor in a supporting role, loved it even though I haven't seen "No country for old men" yet. Going to as soon as possible cause it seems like a really good movie. Tilda Swinton as best actress in a supporting role, don't have much to say except her dress was hideous and she always looks so scary with her paleness and pointyness. Her speech was one of the best though, loved what she said about the Oscar statuette having the same buttocks as her USA manager.
Winner in Art Direction was Sweeney Todd, very fucking well earned. Hated that Sweeney didn't get for Costume Design aswell, cause they really deserved it.
Marion Cotillard got Best Actress in a leading role, amazing, she really deserved it. Had a broad smile on my face. She also had the most innovative, beautiful and personal dress, designed by Jean Paul Gaultier. Another dress I liked was Anne Hathaway's, she looked gorgeous in a red empire-style dress with one shoulder bare and roses climbing over the other. Made me think a little too much of Kate Winslet's dress a few years ago (also red with rose drape).
Both Johnny Depp and Viggo Mortensen (gotta see Eastern Promises, seems like a kickass movie, loved the clips) were nominated for actor in a leading role, and both really really deserved to win in my eyes. But neither did. Shameful really. If Johnny doesnt win soon I'm going nuts. And Viggo should get an Honorary just for his brilliance as Aragorn. Daniel Day Lewis has already won that same cathegory, gah! Viggo had a hideous beard, but Johnny was the cutest ever, looking really shy in his long, slightly curled hair and his glasses.
Tiresome with all the "booring" awards, felt like fillers.
So Close nominated for Original Song!! And two other Enchanted songs. Was so fucking disappointed when the boring Irish song won, yeh sure it was a cutie love story but still. I like Enchanted better.
There was a beautiful In Memoriam. Who stood out among all the recently dead legends, and also the last one to be memorated: Heath Ledger. I'm still not getting he is gone.
Atonement got best score - I was like YESSSS!! That movie has an amazing score, so it was really well deserved.
Diablo Cody (former stripper, today THE it-girl of Hollywood) got Best Original Screenplay for "Juno" - no surprise. Liked her tattoo.
No country for old men got both Directing and Best Picture. Really have to see that movie.
The things I haven't mentioned was prolly just uninteresting.
Overall it was a nice event. People seemed genuinely awestruck when they went up there, many were lost for words. Marion Cotillard's speech was so cute:
"Oh -- thank you so much. Olivier, what you did to me, Maestro Olivier Dahan, you rocked my life. You truly rocked my life. Thank you so much to Picturehouse for your passion, members of the Academy, thank you so, so much. And -- wow. Well, I'm speechless now. I -- I -- well, I -- thank you life, thank you love, and it is true, there is some angels in this city. Thank you so, so much."
I just adore the fact that there weren't any real blockbusters, it was more critically acclaimed movies, and all movies seem to be of really high quality. So now I have a list of movies to see (and see again).
But first: catch up on some sleep.

2.23.2008

There's no place like LONDON!!


Arrival Monday - Why spend your life waiting for Cupid and Fate?
Mrs Lovett made breakfast pancakes for her Sweeney. Then she got on a train to Kastrup. From there, she caught a plane to Heathrow Airport.
Arrived tired and with a booming headache, got Oyster cards for the Undergroud (mind the fucking gap!!). And then took Piccadilly Line to Baron's Court, and from there it was only a short walk to Ace Hotel, a pretty sweet hostel. Love Londoner's accent!! No end to the amazement ;D
Our map was ancient. So we got a new one like the second day, cause it was fucking annoying having to read it.
Our first night we went to Fleet Street, after getting settled in at the hostel ofcourse. Me and my sisters sang all along the street ;D It was eerie and gloomy in the misty London night, even though the atmosphere got slightly ruined by a bright McDonald's sign (not to mention Starbucks) and the broad street with kinda lot of traffic. Dinner was had at Ye Old Cheshire Cheese, an old pub that was said to have a goth-like interior. Well I was somewhat disappointed; dark wooden panels, cozy and open fire allright, but absolutely no goth-feeling to it, not even in the vaults below ground. But the hearty, traditional food was really good, and really filling. When I travel, I love to travel through my tastebuds. I had "Ye famous steak and kidney pudding" (yumm!!) The roasted lamb was also nice, so tender it melted on your tongue. My sisters tried Fish and chips, real yummy that too. for dessert I had "sticky fudge pudding", it was like a spicy, dark, soft gingerbread cake soaked in some kinda liquer thingy, with a nice gooey toffee icing. Think I was the only one who liked it, heh. I love traditional English food.
On the tube home I made up stories about the man to my opposite left. His cute, sensitive eyes made you think of James McAvoy. the funniest thing was his woolen socks, the right one striped in yellow, purple and turquoise, and the left one striped in black and white, worn together with a grey businessmanlike suit, the kind of suit you'd expect to find on a lawyer! I think the socks were a rebellion against the system, a way of showing his resistance to the brainwashed working-robots running through life without thinking much.

Spender Tuesday - Be Kind Rewind
be kind rewind is apparently a new movie with Jack Black, saw the add in the Undergorund (sounds like hell). Liked the title.
A tiny, grey mouse ran past our train when it stopped at Knightsbridge (the stop to get off if you wanna get to Harrod's). Topshop-time!! Their flagship store on Oxford Street is pure loveliness, the vintage section there is simply to-die-for wonderful. Wanted all the dresses there... Bought a black crop jacket, a t-shirt with the print "little miss groupie", a strapless dress with pink top and black/white striped bottom, socks, cutiepink legwarmers, and a volangkjol, vippig, svart o vit randig i Helena Bonham Carter style and a supernice scarf with skulls and roses. At Claire's I got all these wonderful gloves (emo-gloves or w/e you ppl wanna call it).
Oxford Cricus, Oxford Street, Charing Cross Road, Trafalgar Square, Piccadilly Circus, Haymarket, Regent Street, Soho and Chinatown.
Had a sandwhich lunch at Carnaby Street when C called, and we met up. Fun!! She and her mum and dad were crazy on the musicals, saw one like each night! But we went around a little, found Beyond Retro, loved that store, C didn't XD Sherbet Lemon!! Fortune Coookie!! Hope you had as fun as I did in London C. <3
We went home, rested and left our purchases. Then out to eat at The French House at Dean Street, another recommendation of my dad's. As it turned out, the place was a little too pretentious and expensive for us, and since everyone complained at me for taking us there, I promised to let them decide where to eat next time, all by themselves, I wasn't gonna say one word (ehe).
After leaving shamelessly little for tip, we went on to Haymarket to Her Majesty's Theatre, to see The Phantom of the Opera. One word: goosebumps. Seriously. I loved it. Prolly cause I know the whole thing inside out and was sorta mumbling along (didn't dare to sing) XD
"Masquerade, paper faces on parade
Hide your face so the world will never see you"

Cold and tired Wednesday - Could you keep a secret for the rest of your life?
Started the day, as all the other days there started, with the nice hostel breakfast. Get up at 8am, put on some make-up and then head for the downstairs breakfast room. Cereal (honey nut, fruties or special k) with milk, scones, danish pasties, orange juice and tea and coffee.
"I used to obsess over living
Now I only obsess over you"
Portobello Road Market was a huge disappointment. Completely deserted, barely anything was open, and freakin cold to walk around that desolate place. Maybe the wrong day and time of year. Who knows. Not our guidebook anyways.
We got to King's Cross Sation, and Platform 9 3/4. Last time I was there I never got a pic of the place, but now I did, me walking in with a trolley. Hehe. Got warm with some Cornish pasties (delicious) and bought water and chocolate cornflakes mini-crunch at Marks&Spencer. the feast was complete.
Then it was time to embrace our inner tourists. Tower Bridge, Towern, Houses of Parliament, Big Ben, Westminster Abbey, Buckingham Palace. Had lunch at a touristy italian restaurant with superbland booring food, felt sick at the mere cultural suicide this was for me, but my sisters were quite content (seeing as McDonald's is their favourite). Nways, said I would let them decide...
After lunch we went to the British Museum. Not too interesting. Was just tagging along on the touristy thingys, since I'd already seen these places I could've gone to Shoreditch+Brick lane, but dunno if it's worth it?
We found Gerard Way's comic!! Yay!! Issue #4 and #5, all others were sold out. #6 was to come out Thursday (we got it later on in Camden Town). The Umbrella Academy is amazing, love the artwork, and it has a really beautiful story.
Vanilla Latte!! Mmm...

Punk-Thursday - Hijack a midnight train
Working on my British accent.
la dee dah. Camden Town! Pinstriped jeans + star hoodie! Then a fight about how I just run through everything, but if they have problems with it, why don't they stop me?
Was at Harrod's, but people just stared at me like I was some freak, so couldn't take it for long. We went home early again, to rest and read comics, waiting for the Sum41 show. Hoping to meet more alternative people. Saw like one or two our whole time in London!
Brixton Academy looks fucking brilliant! A green glass-like dome, and inside it looks like there's no ceiling at all. Waited outside in the queue for about an hour, and when we got in, we were at the very front, squeezed behind first row. Sound and fury played, didn't like em much. Then Reuben played, they're really good, but the crowd was ass, got fucking squeezed to breathlessness. Like air in vacuum. Just another body fighting in the masses. Sum 41 was ecstasy, pure heavenly ecstasy!! Fucking awesomely wonderful!! Deryck is the cutest ever, rules. He just randomly picked 5 persons who could come up and sit on the stage while they played and later they got to come backstage! Damn, so jealous! Started with Underclass Hero, amazing firey start, unbelieveable. Enjoyed I'm not the one, Walking disaster and Pieces the most. Cried to Pieces, words can't describe that experience, standing less than 3m from Deryck singing this wonderfully bittersweet song. I missed There's no solution though. Got some good piccies, soon up at

And yay, finally some alternative people! But no mouthwatering hotties, den enda i den kategorin var Deryck, beloved Deryck. I screamed like hell, i love you and other things. mwehe.
Completely soaked when we got out. In sweat. Went straight for KFC, hadn't eaten for like 9 hours (didnt eat before the show), and really thirsty. Pepsi never tasted better.

Leaving Friday - [ran out of catchy Underground ads]
Didn't really know what to do with ourselves on our last day. Was really exhausted after last night. So we went to the Natural History Museum. Too many screaming children. Even more exhausting. Passed the London Fashion Weekend on the way. Then we were at St. Paul's Cathedral, and walked from there to Piccadilly, but instead for going to the intended tea time at lovely Fortnum and Mason we eneded up at some strange urban espresso bar. Craze at Primark, exhausting. Then a bus from there to Holborn, where we took the Underground home to Ace. Collected our luggage and away again with Piccadilly Line to Heathrow. Had kvällsmat på T.G.I Friday, just because. Och jag har kommit på att jag älskar cola. Förseningar gör att vi kommer hem rätt sent, och utmattad blir det rakt i säng, medan de andra åker vidare till Y.

Har haft det underbart. Den bästa julklappen någonsin. :)
Sitting here eating the rest of my Cadbury chocolate. Alone tonight with all the homework. Sad, sad. Can't imagine how I can live without Marks&Spencers and Cadbury. Til next time in London, I'll have to dream.

2.17.2008

En apatisk sköldpadda i oändlig nirvana


Holding a bird cradled in your hands, trying to help it take off with its frail, hurt wings, encouraging it, urging it, lifting your hands. Cringing at its painful cries of despair and longing, bracing yourself against the violent fluttering. A futile struggle for the freedom of air under wings, memories of soaring through the clouds...

Inferno, dödsångest och paranoia. Det var torr läsning, som emellanåt tog tag i en, för en snabb svängom, men mest var det förfasande över hur herr strindberg lät sitt sinne och fantasi ta tag i honom och vända hans liv uppochner. Vi har alla våra spöken men att låta dem styra...

"det är jorden som är helvetet, detta med överlägsen klokhet byggda fängelse, där jag icke kan taga ett steg utan att giva sår åt andras lycka, och där mina medvarelser ej kunna förbli lyckliga utan att tillfoga mig ont." (s108)

"Fåfängligheters fåfänglighet, allt är fåfänglighet. Då, sedan den första illusionen brustit, underblåsa makterna begärets, ärelystnadens eld, och det är icke den ostillade hungern som plågar mest, utan det är den tillfredsställda lystnaden, vilken inger avsmak för allt. Och på detta sätt får demonen undergå ett ändlöst straff därför att han erhåller allt, som han önskar, och erhåller det ögonblickligen, så att han icke mera förmår njuta." (s108)

"att söka demonerna i deras hålor, inom mig själv, och döda dem genom... ånger." (s154)

Och här min favoritmening i hela boken:
"En apatisk sköldpadda kryper på stenläggningen och försjunker bland ogräset i ett nirvana som förlänges i oändlighet." (s86)
Klockrent.

Now ladies and gentlemen, I'm going to London. And I'm actually visiting Fleet Street...

2.16.2008

Life is for the alive my dear


Sweeney Todd:
life is for the alive, my dear
so let's keep living it

Sweeney Todd:
there was a barber and his wife
and she was beautiful
a foolish barber and his wife
she was his reason and his life
and she was beautiful
and she was virtuous
and he was--

The dot dot dot at the end of "and he was" is just amazing. that is where he dies. his throat slit, like his many victims. the movie was really good actually. and deppy can sing, pretty good too. and i know someone who will never touch a meat pie ever again.

To think, such heartbreaking love. He loved his wife and he killed her unknowingly. Mrs Lovett let it happen because she loved him, and in turn he had to kill her for letting him kill his wife. And then the little boy kills him for killing Mrs Lovett, whom he loved. The love never ends. that boy probably dies too later. So see, love and death intertwined. One the cause of the other, and vice versa. A sad, Victorian, morbid romance, where there are no dreams, only nightmares. Did the young lovers manage to get away? Is there a happy ending after the end?
The costumes were amazing. I'd give anything for the dresses, gloves, umbrellas and shoes. Pure love. And Borat was hilariously good, as expected.
I laughed and smiled alot.
And now I'm going to bed, and hopefully to dreams. Goodnight.

2.14.2008

Scarlet kiss and what to say


I wanna be your last first kiss.

Hate the game, not the player.

No one else was looking for the same thing. I think it died inside me, or got buried on the way. The face of things changing, ripples on the surface. When no one else seemed to want it, I hid it away, and adjusted. And it worked. Things work, all the time, just because of time. How you feel about it working is a completely different question.

As much as I'd like to, I'm not a mind reader.

I love the sunlight today. It's powerful, melancholic cold-sky brilliance. The kind of sunlight that gets you lost inside your thoughts.

10 roses for my friends. You're all very special, in your own ways, and I love you very very much. That's what I think Valentine's about. Showing appreciation.

Bayside - Blame it on bad luck

Pound my knuckles hard against the floor.
My head against the wall.
But I did this to myself.
Assume it's just not worth getting back up
So I'll blame it on bad luck and I'll shake responsibility.

I spent some time in a bad place at 18, wishing I could see something through clear eyes.
Do you ever wake up to realize your life is meaningless?
Does it give you strength or lead you to your grave at a young age?

Pound my knuckles hard against the floor.
My head against the wall.
But I did this to myself.
Assume it's just not worth getting back up
So I'll blame it on bad luck
and I'll shake responsibility, yeah.

It seems that when I ran away from my past, all my dignity, my faith, my pride got left back.
But now I think it's time I realize self pity's meaningless.
Though I'm 10 feet deep,
I'll claw my way back out from in my grave.

Pound my knuckles hard against the floor.
My head against the wall.
But I did this to myself.
Assume it's just not worth getting back up
So I'll blame it on bad luck and I'll shake responsibility
and say a hard life did this to me.

But now I realize I'd give anything I have to walk a day in my old shoes. Wondering what my first smoke would be like, my first fuck, my next fuck up. The next band that would change my life, and it changed my life, and it changed my life.

Pound my knuckles hard against the floor.
My head against the wall.
But I did this to myself.
Assume it's just not worth getting back up
so I'll blame it on bad luck. I'll shake responsibility
and say a hard life did this to me.

Aiden - Hurt me

The beauty how nights blur.
Look twice tonight and she'll bring the cure,
And this promise to forgive you.
Whoa.
My demons reimburse.
Think hard and tonight we'll break the curse,
And this promise to forget you.
Whoa.

Tonight (tonight). Oh tonight (tonight). Oh tonight (tonight).
I can see through a lifetime of wretched demise.
And these words can hurt me.

We're all in hell.
Laughing in your misery.
The desperate fade to black and it suits me well.

The lonely, the desperate.
Enclosed is the love I've never sent,
And this power to forget you.

Well tonight (tonight). Oh tonight (tonight). Oh tonight (tonight).
I can see through a lifetime of wretched demise.
And these words can hurt me.

We're all in hell.
Laughing in your misery.
The desperate fade to black and it suits me well.
[x2]

If we fall will we waste away?
If we fall will we waste away?
If we fall will we waste away?
If we fall will we waste away?

I know you hurt in this beautiful misery.
So read these words and we'll sing forever waste away.
I know you hurt in this beautiful misery.
So read these words and we'll sing forever waste away.
(Free fall will we waste away?
If we fall will we waste away?

We're all in hell.
Laughing in your misery.
The desperate fade to black and it suits me well.

2.12.2008

I don't know if I like your perfect style


I'm gonna see Aiden, Kill Hannah and Neverstore =] Me happy. Going pink.
And this promise to forget you.
She will love you through all the lies.

Live your dreams, life's waiting for you. =]

I'm always on your side.

Distill the scene and don't lie to me no more.

picture perfect pretty pink
geisha chocolate melting on the tongue
butterfly frail wings, taking off
here i go again, to never never land

Listening to Aiden, Neverstore, Bayside and Alkaline Trio. Especially this beautiful song:

Bayside - Don't call me peanut

Drink up beautiful;
I spiked your cup with angst, and a heart attack.
I've got so much trapped and it's all because of you.
So i figured you might like some back;

And when I see her I'll tell her whats been on my mind,
All these sleepless nights, she'll recite her excuses,
Put my tail between these legs of mine;
Like i do all the time

Can't live my life;
Knowing you'll be in his arms, each time I blink my eyes;
Know what goes on behind my back; every night.
Afraid I'll never leave; afraid I'll never know whats good for me

And when I see her I'll tell her whats been on my mind,
All these sleepless nights, she'll recite her excuses,
Put my tail between these legs of mine;
Like i do all the time

And now you say that; you say you love me.
Well i may have your heart, he has your body
And now you swear that; you're being honest,
But you're not honest, you never could be

And when I see her I'll tell her whats been on my mind,
All these sleepless nights, she'll recite her excuses,
Put my tail between these legs of mine;
Like i do all the time

2.10.2008

You could be anyone


Watched some movies. Candy, Pretty Persuasion, American Beauty, Being John Malkovich and Mr. Brooks. They were all pretty well made. I loved Candy. Really amazing. About love, drugs and life. There's this brilliant scene when Candy is lying on the floor, watching honey slowly drizzle down, it looks incredibly beautiful the way it's piling up, softly, slowly, curving. Heath Ledger is in that one. So amazing it's just breathtaking.

came up with these amazing lyric lines while walking home from the train station. only remember like one line. that's the beauty of art. it disappears as soon as it appears, the trick is to catch it in the exact right moment, so that you can show the beauty of it to the rest of the world.

she only lived in sad songs. [whispers. you could be anyone]

Don't expect me to know beforehand what to say or do. Tell me what you want. And I'll give it.

It's not of ignorance that I'm not always paying 100% attention, it's not lack of interest either, that I forget from one second to the next. it's just a state of mind, or a non-state of mind, being somewhere else inside the head. Tell me.

2.08.2008

Faking like they're feeling


living on children's sugary cereal.
Sugar puffs. Coco pops. Frosties. Honey Nut. Pb capncrunch.

Reading Inferno, by Strindberg, and listening to:

My American Heart - Boys! Grab your guns

Boys, grab your guns
It's all in good fun
We're making 'em run
Making 'em run

Your name is devastation
You filled us with frustration
You could have fooled anyone
We handed up the lucky ones

And so you stood us up
And you let us down
Now you're backing off
So we're running away
I think your brain got lost in the airwaves

Boys, grab your guns
It's all in good fun
We're making 'em run
Making 'em run
Why should I feel bad?
I'm the one
With the gun in my hands
In my hands

Why are you so scared
Of running from the takers?
Why were you so afraid
Of staying in the same place?

So you stood us up
And you let us down
Now you're backing off
You've got nothing to say
I think your brain got lost in the airwaves

Boys, grab your guns
It's all in good fun
We're making 'em run
Making 'em run
Why should I feel bad?
I'm the one
With the gun in my hands

I think it's time
We've said goodbye
Wastin' all of our time
Wastin' our time
Why should you feel bad?
You're the one
With nothing on the line

It's such a shame
How you were so afraid
Of losing it all, losing it all
It's such a shame
(It's such a shame)
How it all went down this way
Oh thank God
Tomorrow's a new day

Tokyo Rose - We can be best friends tonight, but tomorrow I'll be...

I fed you all the right lines with the right lies
You gotta know I only this offer one time
One step forward and take two steps back
Everywhere we can discover all we know about each other
If we take our time and let it happen tonight

So put your best foot forward
Wear your Sunday’s best
Wear a smile all the while, until there’s no time left
To see that these things never turn out right

All around the world hear people screamin’
Makin’ love, fakin’ like they're feeling
But I’ve learned that the best way to dance
Is to take it one step at a time

2.06.2008

With nothing on the line


It's impossible to get them to play by any rules but their own.

They don't know who they are, and don't want others to try to find out either.

They love the fact that time passes, and nothing will be forever. Delighted in the endless possibilities of the moment, which on the other hand causes dissatisfaction – you can never get enough, and there is never enough time for everything.

Life is learning. Those who stop thinking, asking and exploring, they're as good as dead.

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2.05.2008

We can disappear

Tung-tied and terrified.

Get a fucking perspective.
Stop wearing filtering glasses.
Or hiding behind sunshades.

How some friendships last, others not. Like flat tyres.

The clouds above move closer.
Disorders eating you if you let them.

In between moments and in between piano notes.

Even with all his toys, he's not having fun.

Have you ever lost your mind?
Found streets you couldn't find?

2.03.2008

On ne voit bien qu’avec le coeur


On n’est jamais content là où l’on est.

Franskapluggdagar med crêpes.

Can't get this song out of my head. Heartbeats by José Gonzales.

one night to be confused
one night to speed up truth
we had a promise made
four hands and then away

both under influense
we had devine scent
to know what to say
mind is a razorblade

to call for hands of above
to lean on
wouldn't be good enough
for me, no

one night of magic rush
the start a simple touch
one night to push and scream
and then relief

ten days of perfect tunes
the colors red and blue
we had a promise made
we were in love

Yes. It's on my cheezy Valentine's playlist. Hell yeah.

2.02.2008

My snuffaluffagus (you know who you are)


Hope you don't get too mad at me for posting this, I just had to. :3 This is a proof of the fact that any moron can rhyme. ok, i removed that sentence, after you commented. but it's the truth no?

She’s so fine
Not just mine
Even if I want her to be
She’s still everything for me
She’s almost never bad
But sometimes she’s so sad
Her favourite mood is mad
She gets me out of trouble
And we share the same small bubble
Alone together
Is so much better
Always and forever
My snuffaluffagus
And my Best Friend