livs.lust.typ.beställd.waiting for arrival.

bilder av olof grind.

hejdå kisen.

tokyo x 6

här.

Reality shakes my hand like one of those people who always look at their feet.
I don't feel too good, can you hold my hair.
I'm always in love with a back.
The front just never meets expectations. you know.

I think about the face you'd make.
If you'd laugh. What you'd say. If you'd give me a hug.
When I walk down town. When I see myself in the train window.
When I act the way I do. When I twist my feet a little.
How you'd notice.
I think about that.
But then I realise I never met the person I keep imagining.

grattis maja, 18, lund, skåne, sverige GO GET HER.

Maja says:
ska ta o'boy
Cassie. says:
gört!
Maja says:
har inte gått än
Maja says:
orkar inte
Maja says:
fan va lat jag är.
Maja says:
vänta
Maja says:
ska försöka igen
Cassie. says:
hahahah
Cassie. says:
<3
Maja says:
har inte gått än, still
Cassie. says:
MAJA LYFT PÅ RUMPAN
Maja says:
blev en kaviarmacka istället
Cassie. says:
hahahahha fyfan va snett det gick
Maja says:
eller hur då dricker man hellre inte o'boy
Cassie. says:
hahahahahha
Cassie. says:
åh jag måste spara detta ngnstanns
Maja says:
spara vadå
Maja says:
du är en sån skata
Maja says:
som sparar
Maja says:
istället för att sno.
Cassie. says:
dig min vän. jag skatar dig.

paris let me in.

från här.

vampire weekend. im bored.

thefallofthehouseofusher.

slowmotion suicide

You don't know how you're coming across
You don't know what you're coming across
You don't know who you're coming across
You don't know how you're coming across
And I don't think that you're aware of the cost.

It doesn't matter.
____________________________________

promise i'll be kind.

I'm in the bedroom,
With tissues and when,
I know you're outside banging then I won't let you in.
'Cause it's a hard life, with love in the world,
And I'm a hard girl,
Loving me is like chewing on pearls.

coziness.

can you remember what I was like.
I hardly can.
a floaty scene of fresh colours and a will.
it's all blurred now.

used to write. not a whole lot but some.
used to like it, used to be happy with the result,
even if I was the only one, but I alone knew what I meant
with every word. and kept it to myself mostly.


used to dream about the world. and places. about situations.
about people I was to meet. meet, love, laugh with, cry, be
disappointed by, learn, meet others. gain people for life.
not "friends" . people. for life.
I can explain the term but I dont want to.

used to think I was best on my own, had room to think
and feel and do what I wanted.

I know nobody has forced any different upon me,
but I can't help but feeling that in the middle of all
the good things, a sleepy fog came to live in my life some
time around then.

plans and dreams... seem to float further away.
slowly.
you know when the boat drifted just far enough that you can
no longer reach it.
I don't want the boat to drift that far.

I don't know why but I'm sure a well educated person could
tell me the answer. I'm not too interested at the moment though.
why, such issues with independence and... dependence decide to
force their aquintence on me.
when it gets too real and things are locked or decided it all
locks around my wrists and clings onto me and holds me down.
and panic. usually. oh the infamous panic.
hah.

sleep lets my mind escape and does everything it isn't
allowed to. it jumps off roof tops, crashes parties.
all you bitches throw your hands in the air and wave 'em like you
just dont care.

every sense just betrays what my conscience promised and wants(?)
that's what I thought. that's what I remembered I said I wanted.
that's what I remembered I wanted.

my eyes look at what they shouldn't.
my mouth tastes what it said it wouldn't.
my ears love the sound of all things that are no longer there.
my hands reach for what will burn,
and I smile at the smell of what I gave away to forget.


I guess it's pretty simple.
either stick to it and see what happens when you choose
not to run.
or do just that and remain the same old moi.

cheers.

Vi är den vulgära generationen. Vi är extremister, apatister, egoister. Vi tar inte ansvar för våra beteenden. Vi bryr oss inte om andras. Vi läser allt men vi förstår ingenting. Vi är tunnelseende, inseende, utseende. Vi är barnen som aldrig fick vara barn. Vi är de vuxna som vägrar vara vuxna. Vi har alla rättigheter. Vi har inga skyldigheter. Vi har inga ideologier, inga filosifier och helst inga åsikter. Vi ser dit näsan räcker, går dit bilen står, super när vi kan. Vi är ögontjänare, otrotjänare, personliga tränare. Vi är glasbiten som punkterar ditt hjul. Vi är spyan som befläckar ditt trapphus. Vi är snabbmatsskräpet, obekymrade, tre meter ifrån papperskorgen. Vi är alltid "någon annan". Vi är bara vi när det lönar sig. Vi är impulsiva, presumptiva, vegetativa. Vi har aldrig gjort fel. Det är inte vårt fel, det är ert fel. Någon annans fel. Vi är merkantila, infantila, intifada. Vi är postmoderna, vi är tidlösa, vi är dada. Vi hatar igår, vi älskar idag och vi är ambivalenta om imorgon. Vi är yta, vi är ha, vi är ta.

Vi är den vulgära generationen. Det skiter vi i.

av Skalman.

died.

you never had a slinky?
- we had part of a slinky. but i straightened it.