JEDJA

she lit her third cigarette and emptied her lungs through the nose.
pure poison wandering through an innocent girl.

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 me to have some of that cigarette.
"Hm, no, thanks.." Didn't feel for it. It sometimes made me sick thinking of the poison filling my lungs.

to lay down on the rug in your room; music's 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 shoulder-blade, the lip, the collarbone, the thigh.

(You're 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 white, like one of those innocent souls.)

this girl says "I have to leave" and I wish that I could follow her wherever she goes.

favourites:

muffinsbak slutade på akuten

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. you'll be needing them for something nonsensical.

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.