JEDJA -

bird:2

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

2010-07-30 @ 12:00:20 Permalink Kommentarer (3) Trackbacks ()

99999999999999999

2010-07-28 @ 01:46:57 Permalink Kommentarer (2) Trackbacks ()

blindfolded

2010-07-27 @ 16:52:01 Permalink Kommentarer (2) Trackbacks ()

sailor 1+2

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.

2010-07-27 @ 12:01:06 Permalink Kommentarer (5) Trackbacks ()

let's get lost

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.

2010-07-25 @ 19:19:12 Permalink Kommentarer (4) Trackbacks ()

vacation

(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.)

2010-07-23 @ 01:32:09 Permalink Kommentarer (3) Trackbacks ()

paperplanes

2010-07-22 @ 00:24:56 Permalink Kommentarer (3) Trackbacks ()

opinion/thought

2010-07-22 @ 00:00:16 Permalink Kommentarer (2) Trackbacks ()

stardust (#1)

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

2010-07-21 @ 13:41:19 Permalink Kommentarer (2) Trackbacks ()

(july, 19)

favourites:

2010-07-21 @ 13:37:08 Permalink Kommentarer (2) Trackbacks ()

have a muffin

2010-07-19 @ 20:24:57 Permalink Kommentarer (2) Trackbacks ()

finger: accident

muffinsbak slutade på akuten

2010-07-18 @ 22:30:58 Permalink Kommentarer (1) Trackbacks ()

: a good way to start the day

havre&quinoa-gröt+banan+blåbär+mango+hallon+russin och havtornsnektar+vatten

2010-07-17 @ 10:03:27 Permalink Kommentarer (1) Trackbacks ()

taste/

2010-07-16 @ 19:37:57 Permalink Kommentarer (0) Trackbacks ()

if only***

2010-07-16 @ 19:02:22 Permalink Kommentarer (4) Trackbacks ()

wishes //

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.

2010-07-15 @ 00:34:30 Permalink Kommentarer (4) Trackbacks ()

hundratusen (100000)

2010-07-14 @ 23:34:40 Permalink Kommentarer (3) Trackbacks ()

one one two try again

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.

2010-07-13 @ 22:28:54 Permalink Kommentarer (2) Trackbacks ()