försöker att laga hål, vet inte om det bara gör dem värre. större, djupare, mer smärtsamma.
when your heads messed up and you cannot grab any feeling rushing through, getting all tangled. when youre alone and its saturday night, youre wondering if there will be any scars after youre done. w...
He lit a cigarette and stare intensely at the grass-covered ground beneath our feet. Inhaled, exhaled. He tought of the seas and how he wished they embraced him. Then he looked up at me and invited m...
to lay down on the rug in your room; musics filling our bodies. to feel your petite fingers smoothly stroke my skin. the jittery feeling at the spot: the cheek, the rib, the knee, the arm, the should...
(Youre piling up magazines on your floor just to fill out empty space. Imagine that they are bricks that complete the ruined wall of your heart. Deep breaths, closed eyes. Every part of your room is ...
this girl says "I have to leave" and I wish that I could follow her wherever she goes.
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havre&quinoa-gröt+banan+blåbär +mango+hallon+russin och havtornsnektar+vatten
you talk about your trips, jorneys and experiences and I cry til my cheeks are warm. I just want more to long for than painting walls white.
painting walls in white. starting over, cleansing a soul, refilling with newness. spare your tears, little girl. youll be needing them for something nonsensical.
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the sun hid behind a cloud and left its beams as a gift for our eyes
jag önskar: en virkad hängmatta och en bok att försvinna i. (en kär vän och en famn att försvinna i)
slappnar av, andas ut. på en sen buss hem ser jag vart jag är.
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