"Oh I'm on my way I know I am, but times there were when I thought not
Bleeding half my soul in bad company, I thank the moon I had the strength to stop
I'm not making love to anyone's wishes, only for that light I see
'Cause when I'm dead and lowered low in my grave, that's gonna
be the only thing that's left of me"

True beauty needs no company.

You have to be an island
To even understand
That all the things you can't have
Is everything you demand

I stundens hetta darrar det till

Och känslorna utåt strömmar

Det är då jag undrar om jag verkligen vill

Eller om jag bara ville i mina drömmar

Jag läser just nu "The God Delusion" av Richard Dawkins.
Det borde alla göra.

Romance and all  its strategies
Leaves me battling with my pride
But for all the insecurity
Some tenderness survives
I'm just another writer
Still trapped within my truth
A hesitant prize-fighter
Still trapped within my youth

This time tomorrow, what will we know? Will we still be here?

ÄNTLIGEN kom jag på vad min nya ansiktsmask luktar som! Den där rosa tandkrämen som man jämt hade när man var barn, den som smakade sand och hade en krokodil på förpackningen! Det har naggat sönder mitt sinne i en vecka nu. Jag kunde lukta på den och bara känna att den luktade som min barndom, inget mer precist. Men nu.
Så är det btw att ha en tandsköterskemorsa - din barndom associerar du med tandkräm...


Ih, minnen! Var btw tvungen att fråga mor min vad den hette... ibland är hennes yrke allt till nytta för mig ;)

"From that moment everything changed. Life wasn't what it used to be, and the wind didn't blow in that ordinary and calm direction that it always had. Suddenly life had welled up over the edges, causing a storm. And in the middle of that storm he stood. Untouchable. Nothing bothered him, and the wind barely reached his golden locks. He opened his mouth to speak. Or to yell. Something that would be heard over the borders. Something that would touch the inner circle of the people he wanted to harm. The people close to him. His mouth remained open but no words were ever spoken nor yelled. The heartfelt silence touched the walls of his empty heart and echoed along his veins. Nothing would ever be said. Or yelled. People would never know what his inner feelings said. His empty heart would remain empty. But after a few minutes the silence became superfluous. His mouth were once again open. He uttered the words so softly as if they had been resting on the tip of his tounge for years. 'Enough. It's enough now.'
People would never realize that it was all about self-preservation."

^saker jag gör när jag egentligen borde göra annat. DÖ!!!!!!

 

Come closer, show me better times. I believe you showed the best of me.
And turn your magic moments on, I believe you took the best of me.

"Humanity takes itself too seriously. It is the world's original sin. If the cave-man had known how to laugh, History would have been different."

Jag är helt förtrollande kär i den. It's a kind of magic.