Får ingen luft
Blir knuffad runt
Jag dansar men jag känner ingenting alls
Allt går för fort
De andra drog
Andas, andas men det är för varmt
Jag är för full
Du är för ung
Jag ser dig prata med hör inte ett dugg
Letar mig ut
Blinkande ljus
Andas, andas allting snurrar runt
De stänger men ingen bryr sig
Blir blind när alla lampor lyser
Mm, det här är värt att dö för
Jag tror mitt hjärta blöder
Jag är så svag
Ger dig en kram
Jag ser dig ringa men har inget val
Vi går på rad
Sotiga barn
Barfota fötter genom hela stan
Åh nej
Nu ser du mig
Jag måste rota i väskan efter mod
Jag är så hög
Jag kunde dö
För jag kan göra det som ingen gjort
Som ingen gjort
De stänger men ingen bryr sig
Blir blind när alla lampor lyser
Mm, det här är värt att dö för
Jag tror mitt hjärta blöder
(De stänger här men ingen bryr sig)
Blir blind när alla lampor lyser
Mm, det här är värt att dö för
Jag tror mitt hjärta blöder
Åh, kom vi sover över
Jag följer med dig hem ikväll
För jag vill inte vara själv
Jag följer med dig hem ikväll
5.06.2011
I was drunk yesterday and the day before that
When you feel so lonely that it feels like your heart is about to explode. When you know you could be out partying but you turned the offers down and stayed at home to sulk in your loneliness. When you just want to hide until someone drag you out from your hiding place. Tomorrow I'll study for my driving license test on Wednesday. All day long. And hope no one calls me so I can continue to revel in my loneliness.
3.29.2011
Dark Storms
Medina - Addiction (Dubstep Remix)
Should I drink another drink
Say another lie
I know that you may think
That I'm a broken little bird in my mind
Cause I'm falling on the floor
I'm climbing up the walls
And everytime I get a grip
I seem to lose myself just a little more
Cause I am here and it eats me up
Well, I love the way it feels
I really shouldn't stay
But I can't give up
The more it hurts, the more I need
It's like an addiction
It's like an addiction
Should I drink another drink
Say another lie
I know that you may think
That I'm a broken little bird in my mind
Cause I'm falling on the floor
I'm climbing up the walls
And everytime I get a grip
I seem to lose myself just a little more
Cause I am here and it eats me up
Well, I love the way it feels
I really shouldn't stay
But I can't give up
The more it hurts, the more I need
It's like an addiction
It's like an addiction
3.27.2011
Stay Gold, Ponyboy
Bartleby the Scrivener: His unwillingness to explain his behavior reflects his unwillingness to conform to Wall Street society or its expectations.
“Dally was real. I liked my books and clouds and sunsets. Dally was so real he scared me.”
What goes unsaid until the end of the story is that Pony, like Dally, needs a book to explain him, but is forced to write it himself.
Johnny also urges Ponyboy to "stay gold," by which he means to stay the way he is and follow his dreams.
Rodion Romanovich Raskolnikov is the fictional protagonist of Crime and Punishment by Feodor Dostoevsky. Emotionally, physically (due to lack of food) and financially stressed, his behaviour in public becomes progressively more erratic through the book as madness gradually consumes him. Raskolnikov fluctuates between extremes of altruism and apathy.
The general morality of today
Both Edwards and Priestley wrote about free will. Edwards states that free will requires the will to be isolated from the moment of decision.
Bartleby’s isolation from the world allows him to be completely free. He has the ability to do whatever he pleases.
One of Locke's fundamental arguments against innate ideas is the very fact that there is no truth to which all people attest. He took the time to argue against a number of propositions that rationalists offer as universally accepted truth, for instance the principle of identity, pointing out that at the very least children and idiots are often unaware of these propositions.
Tabula rasa is the epistemological theory that individuals are born without built-in mental content and that their knowledge comes from experience and perception. Generally proponents of the tabula rasa thesis favour the "nurture" side of the nature versus nurture debate, when it comes to aspects of one's personality, social and emotional behaviour, and intelligence.
“Dally was real. I liked my books and clouds and sunsets. Dally was so real he scared me.”
What goes unsaid until the end of the story is that Pony, like Dally, needs a book to explain him, but is forced to write it himself.
Johnny also urges Ponyboy to "stay gold," by which he means to stay the way he is and follow his dreams.
Rodion Romanovich Raskolnikov is the fictional protagonist of Crime and Punishment by Feodor Dostoevsky. Emotionally, physically (due to lack of food) and financially stressed, his behaviour in public becomes progressively more erratic through the book as madness gradually consumes him. Raskolnikov fluctuates between extremes of altruism and apathy.
The general morality of today
Both Edwards and Priestley wrote about free will. Edwards states that free will requires the will to be isolated from the moment of decision.
Bartleby’s isolation from the world allows him to be completely free. He has the ability to do whatever he pleases.
One of Locke's fundamental arguments against innate ideas is the very fact that there is no truth to which all people attest. He took the time to argue against a number of propositions that rationalists offer as universally accepted truth, for instance the principle of identity, pointing out that at the very least children and idiots are often unaware of these propositions.
Tabula rasa is the epistemological theory that individuals are born without built-in mental content and that their knowledge comes from experience and perception. Generally proponents of the tabula rasa thesis favour the "nurture" side of the nature versus nurture debate, when it comes to aspects of one's personality, social and emotional behaviour, and intelligence.
3.01.2011
Color Me This.
Om jag läser gamla saker som jag skrivit, kan jag se att början av hösten var grå. Det regnade mycket, jag drack mycket te, och funderade över varför allting stod stilla. Levde i en ensam liten bubbla, som oväntat sprack. Men det varade inte så länge. När December infann sig så kröp jag tillbaka in. Men i något svart. För det var jobbigare och mörkare, men samtidigt samma funderingar. Life is what happens when you're busy making other plans. Så jävla sant. Så först var det regnigt och grått, sen en kort period av guld, fast jag såg det inte då. Sen kom det svarta tillbaka. Och där är jag nu. Svart. Vilken blir nästa färg?
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