Aggressively we all defend the role we play
Regrettably time comes to send you on your way
We've seen it all bonfires of trust flash floods of pain
It doesn't really matter, don't you worry what it's all about

I'm all filled with christmas spirit! 127 dagar, vänner, det går fort det. Lycka! :)

"I'm selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I'm out of control and at times hard to handle. But if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best"

"Jag stal allt du var beredd att ge mig
Du förlät men jag kunde inte se dig i ögonen
Förlåt älskling, jag gör det snart igen"

Where did the days go when all we did was play
And the stress that we were under wasn't stress at all
Just a run and a jump into a harmless fall
From walking by a high rise to a landmark square

"today is only" "today is only someday, try not to make a big deal of it"
Den där dagen vi någon gång pratade om, kan det vara idag? Kan det vara den dagen då allas stämmor skulle klinga rätt i våra öron, då musiker skulle tystna för att ljudet av life itself dånade över berg och dalar och överröste även de renaste toner. Kan det vara idag?
En regnig måndag i juni. Inga mirakel tänker utföras idag. Varken av de som vill eller av de som kan. Inga kroppar kommer bli helade, inga liv frälsta. Inga synder kommer bli förlåtna och inga goda gärningar kommer uppmuntras. 
En regnig måndag i juni. Det skulle kunna vara vilken dag som helst. Sluta bry dig.

 

"Just another tramp of hearts
Crying tears of faithlessness
Remember all the movies we'd go to see?
Trying to learn to walk like the heroes we thought we had to be
And after all this time
To find we're just like the rest
Stranded in the park
And forced to confess"

"My father used to tell me, "Son, be a lawyer, be a lawyer, get a little something for yourself, and my mom, she would say, "No, be an author. You can get a little something for yourself. But what they didn't know was, I wanted everything. So I tell my parents, one of you wanted a lawyer, one of you wanted an author; well, tonight you're just going to have to settle for rock and roll."

Jag har köpt en Kenza-väska. Förra gången köpte jag ett par byxor hon hade köpt, och nu en väska... Jeez vilken first class dork jag är.
Anyway
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Den är ju rätt snygg... och praktisk. Dock har jag iiiinte riktigt ekonomin för den just nu (vart FAN har mina cash rymt?) så det fick bli en "tidig födelsedagspresent"... Jag fyller år om typ en månad, men har i princip redan fått alla mina presenter. Lite smått deprimerande, but still. Då kan vi ju faktiskt skita i min födelsedag? Bara låta det vara den vanliga tråkiga onsdag som den faktiskt är. Catfish?
Den (väskan) ser i alla fall ut såhär:


(750:- från Chicy.se)

It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of ANNABEL LEE;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.

I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea;
But we loved with a love that was more than love-
I and my Annabel Lee;
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsman came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea.

The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
Went envying her and me-
Yes!- that was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we-
Of many far wiser than we-
And neither the angels in heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.

For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling- my darling- my life and my bride,
In the sepulchre there by the sea,
In her tomb by the sounding sea.

I hope you know
That it won't let go
It sticks around with you until the day you die
And I hope you know
That it's touch and go
I hope the tears don't stain the world that waits outside
Where did it all go wrong?

Say what you say
I am listening, I am all ears
But if you still believe I'm thinking of you, you're dreaming
Yes you're dreaming

You and I
Have a hard thing to describe
You have so much to live for
While I'm just dying to stay alive

 

Vi kommer aldrig räkna dagar, vi kommer aldrig fira dem. Vi kommer alltid vara vilse, vi kommer aldrig hitta hem. Vi kommer lura här i skuggan, se på allt ni gör. Vi är raka i ryggen, vi är ångesten i korsförhör. Du kan peta på vår stolthet, du kan knuffa oss ur balans, ni kan spotta oss i ansiktet, skrika ut er aggression.
Det är vi som är livet, det är våran ammunition.

"Boys will be boys" would be wonderful if boys would mean lookin like this.